As the sun began to set on the campsite, the tomboy, a rugged and independent woman named Casey, finished up her business in the woods. She looked around for something to wipe herself with, but all she could find were a few dry leaves and a handful of dirt. Casey sighed and shook her head. She had always prided herself on her self-reliance, but even she had to admit that she wasn't prepared for this particular situation.
Just as she was about to give up and head back to her own tent, Casey spotted a nearby campsite with a tent that looked like it belonged to a cute and innocent-looking catboy. She grinned mischievously and crept over to the tent, peeking inside. Sure enough, there was a catboy sleeping peacefully on his back, his furry ears twitching in his sleep.
Without a second thought, Casey used the catboy's face as a makeshift toilet paper, wiping and scratching her itchy ass. The catboy stirred, but didn't wake up, leaving Casey free to continue her business. She couldn't help but notice how adorable the catboy was, even with her poop on his face. She had always had a bit of a thing for catboys, with their soft fur and cute ears, but she had never acted on it before.
Now, she decided to take advantage of the situation. She began to masturbate, looking at the catboy's poop-covered cute face. The catboy began to stir again, this time opening his eyes and looking at Casey with confusion.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.
Casey grinned and insulted the catboy, not wanting to show any weakness. "Go back to sleep, you idiot," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The catboy, too confused and drowsy to argue, obeyed and closed his eyes, allowing Casey to continue her pleasure. She felt guilty, but also turned on by the strange, erotic encounter she was having. She had never done anything like this before, and she wasn't sure if she should stop or keep going.
In the end, she decided to finish, catching her breath and looking at the catboy with a mixture of amusement and regret. She couldn't believe what she had just done, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill it had given her.
Feeling guilty, she decided to clean the catboy up, using a nearby water bottle to wash his face. The catboy woke up, looking at Casey with a mixture of confusion and gratitude.
"What the hell was that all about?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.
Casey tried to play it cool, insulting the catboy again. "Go back to sleep, you idiot," she said, not wanting to show any vulnerability.
The catboy, still too drowsy to argue, obeyed and closed his eyes, leaving Casey to reflect on her actions. She wasn't sure what had come over her, but she couldn't deny that she had enjoyed the encounter. She couldn't wait to see what the rest of the camping trip had in store for her.
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