Sure, it was just one night of passion, but you were right to track her down. She’ll be in the abandoned refrigerator.
“Francine!” you’ll cry when you find her. She’ll respond by cocking her head back at you as you run towards her.
As you near her crouching form, arms outstretched, her hackles will rise and she’ll leap at your face. You’ll fall to the ground, clutching her to you in the moonlight, trying to avoid being mauled too badly by her fangs and claws.
As the clock rolls over you’ll feel her baser instincts caving as she recognizes you, but it won’t be taking hold fast enough as the two of you struggle for dominance, your arousal growing quickly.
Congratulations on Finding the Raccoon!
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