Pet My Kitty

Myra’s stretched out on her bed in nothing but kitty ears and a collar, scrawling in her journal when August struts in wearing nothing but red lace and a smirk. She drops a shiny metal bowl on the floor and nods—snack time for the little kitten. Myra crawls down obediently, tongue flicking the milk, ass up, tail end plugged and twitching. August’s cock is already fighting its way out of that flimsy thong, thick and glossy at the tip. She pushes Myra’s face right into it. No teasing, just straight down the throat until Myra’s gagging pretty and drooling down her own tits. August fucks the kitten’s mouth in short, confident strokes until her balls tighten and she floods Myra’s tongue, then pulls out to paint her chest and the sheets in thick ropes. The second the last spurt hits the floor Myra’s face is down, licking every drop clean like a good pet. August doesn’t even give her time to breathe—by the time Myra’s lips leave the hardwood, August’s already pushing her onto all fours and lining that fat cock up for round two.