He hushed a finger at my lips as his other hand continued to explore how wide the plug how made my hole. “Meow for me from now on.”
“Meow meow.”
Laying back and staring at the ceiling, butterflies trembled through me, down from my head and through my stomach. He unwrapped a condom and said something about how he hadn’t cum all day. I couldn’t say the same. I’d masturbated this morning and this afternoon; I also couldn’t say because I was a kitten.
A little pressure tapped at my hole. My thighs constricted around him, pulling him in close. His cock went deeper inside me. My toes curled at the sudden immense pleasurable pain throbbing through me.
“Meow,” I let out, wrapping my arms around his back and pulling him forward across my body. He kissed me with little pecks before I forced my tongue out and soon we were going back and forth, our tongues in motion as our bodies mimicked the same rhythmic movement.
He fucked me with an intense passion I didn’t think I’d fucked with before. I’d fucked with speed, but he fucked with stamina, he was preparing for a marathon, but my cock had only ever been involved with sprints.
I grabbed my cock and that one single touch turned it into a cum fountain, squirting hot cum between us and all over the pretty clothes he’d bought for me. He thrust his hips deep as my hole contracted tighter around his cock, each and every pulse was a throb of my hole.
Panting, he pulled out and laid sweaty across my body. “I—I came like five minutes ago, but I couldn’t stop fucking you,” he said, smothering my face in kisses. “You’re so good.”
Looking at him the dewy sweet, his skin had taken some of the pink pigment shadow I’d brushed on my nose and cheeks. “Meow,” I said, smiling back at him and planting a large kiss on his face.