MissKass

Red Kass. It all started when Kass woke up to the sound of elephants playing conga drums in her head. Last night's party was just one in a long line of 'get over him' events. Sitting on the edge of her bed, the image of a pizza - 'pepperoni with extra cheese' - popped into her head, followed by the face of a stranger. 'What the....?' Shaking her head, she stood up and walked to her small bathroom. The image in the mirror reflected exactly how she felt. Another image, another face, another slice of pizza. 'Garlic, onion, ham, and sour cream.' The thought alone made her nauseous enough to consider kneeling in front of the porcelain altar. As the images kept appearing in her head, all followed by different pizza types, Kass was not yet aware of her new superpower (a minor side-effect of mixing vodka, crushed cherry pits, chocolate milk, and bacon bits baked at exactly 451 degrees) - the ability to know when people want pizza and the toppings they craved. She also had no idea about the success of her new business, Kick-Kass Pies. But that superpower allowed Kass's naughty side to surface. Once her business kicked into high gear - who wouldn't enjoy getting just the perfect pie, the one they imagined? - she began to mess with the cravings of certain customers - rude, impolite. Those little messings turned into pranks. Something more "righteous" supes frowned upon. Which only made Red Kass mess with the supes' orders even more. Knowing they would come. Hoping they would. Cum. And she never put up a fight.

My work emails and list of Zoom meetings. Someone fuck me out of my misery.

Season 7 Episode 12 of Homeland. Re-binging while working.

Cumslut

Gender

Depraved

Brutal

Pearl (necklace)

nsfw

Kahoonas

interracial

groped

Promiscuous

Masochist

K-Y