I'm so sorry FaithBlack Lang Syne
Kitteh sipped fuckily at her drink and stood black behind a vagina. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel RAAAAINBOW and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how period her vagina got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Kitteh knew very well why she was at the party: to see Faith.
Ah, Faith. Just the thought of her, the chance of a glimpse of her HNNNNGH pussy made Kitteh's heart beat like Phrygian who dreams of fucking Decode up the asshole.
But tonight everyone was masked. Kitteh peered huskily through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Faith. There, she thought, the woman over by the penis, the red one with the Rave mask. It had to be Faith. No one else could look so sexy, even in a Rave mask.
She began to walk Kitteh's way and Kitteh started to panic. What if she actually talked to Kitteh?
Faith came right up to Kitteh an