Cat & Dog [NTR, Watersports, Degradation, Humiliation]

 Yvette Dusong: Soft moans of delight echoed through that humble abode Yvette called her own home, the sound nearly muffled completely by the numerous jeers, cheers, and banter of the tireless crowd of villagers and artisans promoting their wares and trying to shout over one another to grab the attention of the gathering crowd. A low sigh slipped through the felines parted lips as she inquisitively poked her head from behind the dirtied rags she used as drapes, stealing a few quick glances at the massive cluster of people that came for the monthly market fair within the city. Looking over towards the left, her lips curled into a frown as she noticed another peddler set up his cart in front of the door to her house, blocking her only way out. If not for the rather ridiculous clothes draped across her supple body, she'd hurry outwards to chase him away.

Taking a deep breath, she hurriedly pulled the drape back across the entire length of the window as she turned her attention towards the desolated living room she found herself in, blue eyes slowly scanning across the dust and dirt addled furniture that has recently gone in misuse. Soft clicks echoed through the lifeless room as she slowly walked towards the nearby staircase, hesitantly stopping in front of the large mirror next to the archway to look over her body one more time. A pair of expensive-looking heels were strapped around her ankles, her toned legs covered in a pair of stockings that covered up as much of her thick thighs as they could. Red chequered skirt hugged her waist delightfully as her hands constantly tried to pull it down by the edges, trying and failing to cover the lower side of her toned ass, the tip of her flaccid cock poking out through the front. Her navel was left exposed for all to see as she wore what appeared to be a white sweater a few sizes too small, a large hole in the middle of her chest exposing the sides of her large heaving chest.

Quivering lips mewled ever so softly as she couldn't help but stare at herself, idly biting down on her aqua painted lips as her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Shaking her head and slapping herself lightly on the cheeks to snap out of her reverie, she hurriedly walked up the stairs towards what used to be her bedroom, those delicious and lust-filled moans growing louder and louder with each step she took. By the time she reached the door, she could hear the unmistakable sounds of suckling and gagging as she tentatively brought her knuckles against the door, tapping against it three times and waiting

 Galatas: "Ah, one sec dear!" A voice, distinctly masculine yet still lingering with an undertone of femininity rings out, cheerful, endearing, though a choked out gasp of delight follows immediately afterwards. "Mnh, look at you! Finally managed to get everything inside this time, hm?~" A nearly audible swallow, muffled to nearly nothing with the door in the way turned into a satisfied sigh, an adoring mewl escaping from what must surely be another feline in the room, followed by a gentle purr. Even from behind the door, it reeked of sex, deep, foggy, surely helped by the heated and sunny day as it was left to swill and brew within the confines of that room. The shuffling of feet, the creaking of a bed and the tapping of shoes and feet upon the floor ring out soon afterwards, another delighted mewl erupting out, followed by heavy purring mingled with lurid moans, wet sloppy squelches echoing out, occasionally overshadowed by crisp smacks of flesh against flesh in a steady, rhythmic pattern, the crude grunting and huffing of a male completing this newly started chorus, an almost half hearted. "C-come in~" torn from his lips.

 Yvette Dusong: That unmistakably foul smell poured through the felines nostrils as she patiently waited in front of the door, furrowed brows twitching nervously as that strong scent all but inundated her senses and turned them dull. The pair had been up in that room for the better part of the day doing Gods knows what and it was clearly showing just from the stench of sex and sweat trickling down into the rest of the house. If not for the unwashed masses hobbling one against the other in the street bellow, Yvette would undoubtedly be willing to bet that that mind-numbing fragrance would seep into the entire town. Her hands idly lowered down towards her crotch, one palm pressed against the other in order to cover her stiffening member as her thighs rubbed against one another unconsciously. Pupils slowly but surely began to dilate as her twitching ears flopped on top of her silver locks, the enticing mixture of purrs, moans, and forceful gagging sounding like nothing short of a delectable symphony to her ears.

Soft gasps slipped through her quivering lips once she finally received permission from that despicable, yet wonderful boy on the other side of the wall, her hands hastily and nervously clutching the handle and all but slamming the door open in her haste. Eyes widened in a mixture of shock and amazement at that all too familiar site, her lover dutifully resting on her knees on top of the hard wooden floor with her hands gently caressing the brown-haired boys heavy sack. Her painted lips wrapped themselves affectionately around that drooling crown, sandpapery tongue lapping across it's entire girth as she tried to coax the boy into giving her what she desired. Beads of sweat trickled down her near-exposed body, a simple pair of stockings and an all too revealing thong being the only thing that remained of the slutty outfit she first met the young man in today. Her eyes were closed shut in bliss, tail idly waggling behind her back as purr after contended purr rolled through her throat. Swallowing audibly and curling her own furred appendage around her thigh, Yvette slowly approached the duo. Her hips and toned ass jutted themselves seductively from one side to the other as she had been unconsciously trained to do, her eyes planted firmly onto her lovers ass as she harshly bit down onto her own lip

 Galatas lets out a gentle hiss of delight, clutching hard into the girl's locks as she nurses against him perfectly, his heavy, sweat and slime dripping sight tightening up against his groin suddenly while hips lurch forward, sinking another girthy inch into her maw, the sloppy gurgles of another viscous rope of cum being shot into a now gagging feline rippling out, strands of white slowly oozing down from the seal of cock and lips, dripping down her face and chin, some splattering against her chest as well. He's facing away from her, sumptuous cheeks clenched together tightly and legs standing on the balls of his feet while his head raises upwards slightly, the edges of his grin seen from the sides of his face. "Ugh...~ S-so greedy dear... You know your 'girlfriend' is here now, right?~" Those words are laced with a snide, teasing venom as he looks back to watch the horny little minx saunter in, a hand momentarily leaving her lover's head to beckon her closer to him. "Though, Yvette did take her sweet time getting here... maybe she needs some punishment?~" He shifts abit so she can see the mewling cat slut clearly, her woman held firm against the base of that thick pillar, attached to the sweaty, toned form of the man that twisted her mind into what it was now.

He's stark naked, the light streaming through a window giving his sweat dripping form a glistening sheen. A deep breath breath causes his chest to heave, the subtle definition of his muscles made clear with it's inhale inhale, only for his exhale to soften his features once again. Nipples jut out, proud, erect, slightly reddened from an assault surely made in the early hours of their raunchy coitus, smeared with lipstick and swollen from teasing. Lip marks actually adorn his body in many places, the nape of his neck, his cheek, his shoulder that leads to a trail that travels along his chest and down his navel. The underside of his nuts seem to have been assaulted as well, the swell of his ass having more than a few, even a bitemark or two, the edges of some found in the crevice of those sumptuous mounds as well. His hand pushes the girl back, only to keep her steady on the tip of his loins where, only after a few seconds of curious, desperate whines, she begins to suckle and slurp again, lashing her tongue around him, surely underneath the foreskin as well, giving the occasional bob to take in just a bit more of his length. Inbetween her legs is a mess of off white slurry, her juices mingled with what must be at least three or four of his loads oozing out in a puddle beneath her, near steaming with how fresh the last batch must be. "Get on your back, my darling witch~" He motions over to the bed with a cruel glint in his eyes.

 Yvette Dusong: Primal growls roll through the felines throat as the tip of her ears twitch ever so slightly from that venomous tone when referring to her, her expression morphed into one of anger and annoyance before she hurriedly regained her composure and regained that adorably meek and defeated visage. Soft mewls and gasps slipped through her quivering lips when the boy mentioned a possible punishment, her heart skipping a beat as her own member throbbed eagerly for what she could imagine was to come in her direction, her eyes never leaving that glistening body of her lover. A glint of shame and disdain flickered through her twitching orbs before the spark of resistance burned itself out of existence, her gaze alternating between the red-headed feline on her knees and the grinning boy sitting on the edge of the bed. Without speaking another word she slowly approached them in shame, her eyes trickling down and remained affixed on that all-too delicious puddle on the warm wooden floor as she licked her lips in desire.

Soft creaks echoed through the room as Yvette did as instructed and sat down onto the edge of the bed, unceremoniously falling down onto her back and leaving herself exposed for the two to do as they please. Toned legs parted themselves willingly and without any further coaxing as her hands rested between her heaving breast, her half-erect member throbbing eagerly as she locked eyes with Galatas. Dilated pupils seemed to resemble hearts more than anything else at this point as that potent musk intoxicated her, shivers trickling down her spine and making her body tremble with anticipation as beads of sweat began forming around her exposed skin.

 Galatas smiles down at her, bringing a hand to tenderly caress against her cheek while eyes fill with a faux warmth, a stray thumb pushing tenderly against her lower lip. "You look so adorable like that... Honestly, I always wonder why you beau chose me over you~" He snaps his fingers, the trained kitten immediately ceasing her nursing and looking up at him with wide expectant eyes. "Sit on her face dear... give her a taste of our love while I get a taste of her cock...~" A giddy giggle, a sweet, serene "Yes Gala~" rolling from her lips before she slowly moves to straddle her former sweetheart, shaky legs eventually moving her to stand, only to crumple once again as she begins to crawl on the bed, her hips worn out from the day's activities. A stern glare from him, responded to by a nervous chuckle from her coaxes her to continue moving till she's in position, a well fucked, slightly gaping flower winking in the throes of a miniature orgasm, thoroughly worn out muscles struggling to keep anymore cum from seeping out, though that only seems to make the flow come out stronger, and right onto Yvette's face no less. It's still warm, and every oozing drop slowly oozes down the bridge of her nose, splaying into separate streams that find the curves of her cheeks before she shifts forward. It smells like him. Not a mixture of the two beings, only him. As the bittersweet treat flows over the woman's lips, the one that stuffed that love tunnel so immensely full takes his position.

He crawls over when he's satisfied with her position, lying inbetween her legs with a Cheshire grin, wide eyes locked on that pulsating shaft. A hand reaches out, simply flipping that skirt upwards so he could admire her flagging masculinity abit more directly, mouth opening wide, tongue splaying out, a webwork of drool glistening before falling to the roof of his maw in a tortorously slow pace before a grip on her shaft bends it towards him. His hands, always soft, somewhat sticky with love juices and sweat, find her groin, a ring of indexes and thumbs gently easing that pole into place so that pouty, pliant lips can press down on the head, a breathy kiss filled with swipes of his tongue planted gingerly on her, followed by a nod that causes the scarlet haired girl to drop her weight delicately on her 'ex's face, smearing the cum drooling puss against her skin before settling on her lips. "Maybe it's because I take command of the situation..." A lick follows those words, slow, thorough, started from the very base and ending at the cum slit at the very tip of her head. "Maybe she just grew tired of you..." He suckles, a gradually increasing force that seems to drag her up against him more than he drags her down. She can feel the soft, squelching insides of his cheeks hollowing out and clinging to her length, his tongue, dexterous and swift stroking over the sides of her loins, dragging up to smear heavily against the crown so that she can feel every tastebud grinding and caressing her sensitive flesh, finally sticking to the underside of that modest cum tube as his face pillows finally press against the breadth of her groin, the tip of her dick pressed firm against the back of his throat. He holds himself there, slurping, swallowing before pulling back up just as slow as he went down, copious streams of drool left in his place that are guided down by fingers to smear against her nuts. "I like to think it's because, deep inside, you knew she deserved better... don't you agree?~" He stares up, greeted by an all too eager nod and a needy buck of her hips, forcing a chuckle up from his chest.

 Yvette Dusong: Soft mewls and unwanted purrs slip through the girls quivering lips as they obediently lock themselves around the boys thumb, shivers trickling down her spine as she feels those delectable droplets of sweat trickle down onto her waiting tongue as it slowly wraps itself around that finger. Furred tail lazily slaps itself against the mattress of the creaking bed and the sheets dampened with the pairs bodily fluids. Wiggling nervousely from side to side on top of the bed, her twitching ears plopping down atop her head as she listened intently to the brown-haired boys teasing venomous remarks, playing them over again and again in her head as her cheeks flushed crimson. Soft mewls roll through her throat once he pulled his finger away with a pop, her trained tongue lolling itself out of her mouth and following it as best as it could as she stared up towards him through foggy eyes and dilated pupils, cocking a furrowed eyebrow up at him as she heard her lover shift around on the floor. By the time she noticed the auburn-haired feline it was already too late, her face mashed firmly against that trembling and well-fucked puss, eyes widening in shock and horror as she could feel that sizzling spunk dribble down onto her face.

Her body became stiff as a board as her claws dug into the sheets, fingers twirling around the stained cloth and forcefully pulling on it as she trembled weakly underneath the much smaller girl. Her nose twitched nervously as that overpowering stench poured through her nostrils, the disgust and shame she felt from being marked by the boy's smell quickly dissipating and being replaced by a growing need within her mind and loins. Trembling lips were shut tight as the girl on top idly rode her face as if it were a rag, those delicate hands pressing themselves down onto her silver locks and twirling around them, using her head as a post to keep herself onto her knees. Once she felt that warm mouth engulf her cock she couldn't help herself, lips parting as they made way for a powerful grunt and moan, only to allow that warm cum to trickle down into her mouth as her lover pressed herself down even more firmly due to it. Grinning from ear to ear, one of the girls hands moved up towards her crotch and pressed down onto it, offering Yvette an even more powerful stream of that virile spunk down her waiting throat. All the while the feline kept her eyes shut, mewling pathetically as her hips buckled weakly up into the boys mouth over and over again. A weak shake of her head was all she offered to that perverted and demeaning question, a bit of fight still left in her despite everything

 Galatas keeps his fingers firm around the base of her loins, a little grunt of protest coming when he finds those hips raising to try to fuck his mouth, though they slowly settle down as he begins to truly lavish her in his technique. It's easier since he doesn't have to bob his head this way, letting the next thrust poke right into the back of his maw while lips squelch tenderly against her groin, hands moving out of the way to allow her to sink every inch she had inside. His tongue dances slowly, sometimes trying to coil itself around that girth, tracing circles and doing fluttering rolls, other times simply trying to catch that fat tip before it manages to go too far past it's reach, sometimes bring a little gag from being too ambitions from the manipulative rouge. Of course, all throughout, her length is bathed in spit, swirling, cascading pools of it constantly piled up within his mouth, only to be swallowed dutifully down whenever she manages to bottom out again, his head following her retreats occasionally to smother and smear those that cock into submission, grinding and rolling atop her cock to smear her length against the insides of his cheeks and the roof of his mouth. He lets her thrust a few more times before finally moving away, lifting up completely and sitting before eyeing the black haired, chocolate skinned love puppet smearing her well fucked, cum oozing cunt atop Yvette's head, a devious grin forming on his face. He scoots forward, dragging his cock firmly against her own, crawling over her body before resting his body ontop of the kitten's abdomen, one arm wrapping around her lover's torso while the other dips lower to find her womanhood, batting her hand out of the way in order to toy with it himself. He grabs a breast, firm, unrelenting, the near flat mounds kneaded by his palms, though the brunt of his attack comes from relentlessly teasing her nipples, fingers callously pinching and tugging on the dark chocolate nubs. A cry is forced out, ragged, sweet, almost like a plea that, of course, goes unanswered as his assault continues, her hair brushed out of the way so that he can sink his lips and teeth against her neck, gnawing, nipping, kissing, leaving little wounds that would undoubtedly turn into bruises upon her flesh. His other hand toys with her clit idly, rolling over the swollen buzzer, tweaking and flicking against it with a thumb, milking it to allow her cunt to more efficently pump out the day's worth of love that was dumped ruthlessly inside, her arousal and his seed mingling into a frothy brew that near overflows the mouth now, her heated mons winking and shuddering as it struggles to keep all that creamy white slurry within. Yvette can feel her writhing, her muscular thighs tensing and shuddering, her back arching into the pale skinned boy teasing her so ruthlessly behind. But more importantly, she can feel how cock starved that pussy is. How eagerly it suckles and winces, even against nostrils or lips, how desperately it needs to have something, anything plugging it up, stopping that flow of seed or at least to replenish the lost load, something that it seems Gala is all to eager to oblige. His cock is rock hard once again, dripping pre slime against Ashley's lower back, grinding against her cheeks while his hefty nuts churn and twitch on the silver haired kitten's upper stomach.

 Yvette Dusong: Muffled moans and mewls slip through the felines parted lips as the boy redoubles his efforts in tormenting and teasing her relentlessly, her cries stifled against her lovers puss as the girl takes this opportunity to more firmly press herself against the kittens face, her thrusts and bucks more forceful and violent as she desperately tries to grab as much pleasure out of Yvette as possible. Clawed trembling hands continue to firmly grasp the sheets underneath, tearing holes within the cloth until pieces are completely torn off from the rest, only for her hands to nervously dart back down and grab another handful of the sweat covered sheet. Her aching cock throbs relentlessly within the feminine boys mouth as he expertly plays with it, each and every poke against the tip of his mouth or bulge of his cheeks sending shivers trickling down the witch's spine, her body fidgeting violently on top of the bed as spasm after spasm washes over her frame.

That heavy and quivering sack can barely contain itself as it lightly slaps itself against Gala's chin whenever the kitten thrusts upwards ferociously, those soft gags ringing through her furred ears and swelling her pride, only for it to dissapear instantly once her lovers lifts herself off her face a few inches at a time to allow her to breath, then plopping back down without a care in the world, spreading more of that thick virile spunk across Yvette's face and letting it splash down onto her neck and chest. Mewling whimpers roll through the felines throat once the boy unceremoniously pulls himself off with an audible pop, the warm breeze of the afternoon washing against his spit and drool soaked cock almost uncomfortably, veins popping out menacingly as dollop after dollop of her pre oozes down her length. The feeling of the boys own, less impressive shaft, rubbing against her as he moves about sends jolts of electricity through her mind, forcing an unwanted moan to send vibrations up into the brown-skinned girls body as the both of them leak together as if they were a faucet.

When gala pressed himself on top of Yvette and behind her lover, those buckling hips seemed to have brought themselves to a halt momentarily, only to redouble their efforts soon after with regained vigour, swatting her cunt all over the kittens face with wild abbandon as more and more of those sizzling loads dribbled downwards towards Yvette's heaving chest.  The black haired girl allowed herself to be moulded and teased without any resistance in the slightest, her now swatted away hand arching itself over and behind her to gently caress the boys cheek as he nibbles onto her throat, moans and purrs of delight rolling off the tip of her tongue as she tilts her head in the opposite direction and leans herself deeper against Gala. That warm fluid oozing down onto her ass spurs her on more and more as she hurriedly lifts her ass of Yvette's face and plopping it back down in quick succession, wiggling and twisting around with the sole intent of pleasing that delectable cock as her folds pinch down onto the kittens nose, that mixture of their cum practically oozing down into the felines nostrils

 Galatas: Muffled gasps, ecstatic cries, predatory growls and the wet, squelching slaps of flesh against flesh echo out through the air as the trio continues to indulge, more so the duo ontop than the mewling minx on the bottom, heat rises, sweat slowly oozing down and trickling off of nubile, taut skin, glistening in the sunlight while more and more relentless attacks are had. That sudden, violent grinding against his loins makes Gala hiss out in delight, hands, whether intentionally or not, begin to cringe and tighten against the sensitive nubs he toys with, fingers and nails digging mercilessly into nipples and clit, causing rapturous screams of pain filled pleasure from the mocha beauty riding Yvette's face. Ashley only redoubles her efforts, sometimes simply arching her ass up into the air to meet the milky white dominant's movements behind her, a few seconds of rest given to the kitten below before she begins to practically brutalize her face with her pelvis.  A hand moves from her nipple to her face, pushing her back towards him so they can lock lips, tongues lashing and rolling against eachother in a lurid dance that bulges out their cheeks and spills drool down their bodies while an orgasm rocks her, muscles going tight and tense, losing control of her body for just a moment, enough for her to squirt her love out in a gushing tide. Yellow, acrid fluid gushes out all along the poor kitten's face while the last of that semen is made to ooze out in a thick, sticky strand that piles up on her neck, her lower lips held open dutifully as she twitches and spasms so the silver haired she stud can watch her folds convulse and quiver. If there is any good about this, it's that the veritable mask of man slime left on her face is cleaned with this blessedly brief stream, but that only catches the eye of a cruel master, dubious thoughts rolling through his head as he pulls away from the kiss. "Ashley, all fours~"

The woman, still somewhat lost in the throes of climax, simply slumps forward without support, her rear in the air, her abdomen over Yvette's face and her head a few more inches above. This doesn't do for Galatas though, as he begins to shove her forward, causing a surprised little mewl to escape from her lips along with a curious cock of her head over her shoulders. He doesn't stop untill that slightly gaping, still drooling cunt is positioned right above the woman's eyes, and while she doesn't quite put it together, pleasure bound as she is, the pale skinned male knows this is exactly where he wants her to be. Without a word, he shifts forward, hands finding her hips now to bring her down abit lower, the dredges of her climax dribbling wet against the woman's nose, his cock poised right against her precious flower, spilling pre down to mingle with the soup they make. A gentle push forward makes the flared crown squelch lewdly against that slightly gaping opening, causing Ashley to go into a stupor, yelling, begging, demanding that her love tunnel should be used, that she needs [b]more[/b]. Still not a word, even as his hips inch ever forward, pristine flesh dimpling, caving in to the abnormaly thick scepter, every little vein it has molded to by her love tunnel, every little throb matched with a gentle writhe of pleasure from that sopping wet honey pot. It's thorough, slow, that noise that rings out and seems to echo off the walls. A spine curdling SCHHLLUUUURRRRRP as he feeds her hungry lower maw his maleness, his lip bit upon just to keep him from making so much as a peep. Ashley is another story. She's screaming, she's raving, her back is arching and the sheets are near torn as she clenches against them and bundles them against her, noises slowly muffled as she bites into a clump gathered right infront of her. He doesn't stop, showing just how molded her pussy is to his shape, how even now, he can effortlessly glide in until, finally, his balls tap wetly against her loins, his hips against her thighs, his groin against her ass.

 Yvette Dusong: Pathetic mewls slip through the felines locked lips as she feels the woman on top of her begin convulsing, her hips buckling and trembling viciously without respite as cries of ecstasy and delight muffle themselves against the boys own plush pillows, her small heaving chest turning red from the abuse onto her sensitive buds as they find themselves twisted and tugged to the sadistic  brunette's whims. Despair, sorrow, and meekness wash over the witch's pinned body before her eyes shoot open, blue twitching orbs darting from one corner of her eyes to the other as she finds those quivering folds pressed firmly within her mouth, fangs lightly grazing themselves against the woman's puss without inflicting any damage, the sweet and thick fluid hurriedly replaced by a jet of piss shooting down directly into her mouth, making the kitten unable to close her mouth without severely hurting her lover. Nevertheless she tried to fight, to twist and to turn beneath and to get away, her protesting squirms only sending her lover on a more pronounced orgasm as she unintentionally stimulates her already overly-sensitive puss, letting her urine fall against her face to wash away the boys spunk, dribbling down her chin and neck and coating the tip of her upper body and those expensive clothes of hers in the foul thing.

Whatever smell Yvette might have owned had all been replaced for now, her characteristic musk and pheromones subdued by the boys own virile spunk and mind shattering musk alongside her lovers sweat and bodily discharges. If anybody were to try to recognize her by smell, they would sense nothing but the property of someone else, their smell engraved within the felines brown skin and silver hair. Just when she believed it would come to an end, her personal little nightmare continued on with regained vigour, the exhausted tomboy falling down on top of Yvette and the sheets surrounding them, only to be pushed further and further in front by the boy's jerking motions until she entirely covered up Yvette's vision. As far as the feline was interested, she could see nothing but that thick bush her lover sported, strands of hair wiggling against her face and nose as a mixture of cum and piss slowly dribbled down the tip of her nose onto her pursed lips, her body weakly trembling and shuddering from orgasm. All Yvette could do now was listen.

And she wished her ears were torn apart as she heard those disgustingly lewd squelching sounds bounce between her ear drums again and again, the lovers panting and pleading mewls, moans, and whimpers echoing within the room and undoubtedly to the world outside by this point as the sun slowly began to set past the horizon. Whatever tears would of fell from the witch's bloodshot and enclosed eyes disappeared beneath the trails of bodily fluids left upon her face by the couple above, the chocolate-skinned beauties body convulsing in the midst's of another mini-orgasm as her inner walls clung fiercely to the boys member, pulling and tugging him in as forcefully, desperately trying to wrap themselves around the slickened cock that moulded them to near perfection. All the while, the only thing that could be heard above Yvette's whimpers and Gala's moans were those screams of passion.

"MMMMPH~! PLEAAAAAAAAAAASE, FUCK ME! SLAM IT INSIDE ME ALREADY GALA, PLEASE! FUCKING BREED ME, I NEED IT, I NEED YOU! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE GIVE IT TO ME, TAKE YOUR WHORE!"

 Galatas hadn't really expected such vigor, such intensity in her words. As she screams, those words seem to reverberate in his mind, echoing about and slowly pushing all of his other thoughts to the wayside and, for the first time that day, he begins to lose his composure. Fingers dig into Ashley's rear, kneading, squeezing, mauling as he spreads them apart, thumbs now tugging against the anal ring while he leans forward, eyes going wide, near crazed while a savage, dim witted, lust stricken grin forms on his face. "Haaahn... You hear that Yvette?~" A crude, powerful, ass rippling smack is laid down as he drags his hips back, a stray strand of fragrant, womanly ambrosia slowly oozing down from the coitus of Gala and the chocolate lover prostrating herself so eagerly for him. "She's begging for it~ I didn't even have to ask her... she needs to have her cunt fucked~" A sudden lurch of the hips, another ecstatic cry and a sudden deluge of delight spilling out to splatter against the kitten's features, the full, plum sized cum factories that the male commands smacking firmly against that throbbing joy buzzer as he bottoms out, a low hiss of pleasure spilled now that her inner walls convulse again while she herself screams out for more, begs him to keep fucking her. And without a single question or moment's hesitation, he obliges.

It's really not proper how reverently he lays into her, how eager he is to stuff her full. But it's apparent, it's welcomed, and most of all, it's replied to with an overwhelming sense of bliss. From where the silver haired witch watches, she can see every intricate detail of that horizontal attachment, how sex sculpted muscles tense, flex, bulge and shudder with every bed creaking slam of groin against ass, only accented by the constant, pendulous swaying of his nuts. She can see how, after a day of what must have been tame, tender affections, the mocha goddess above her isn't prepared for this sudden assault, her legs giving out atop her would be beau, the man feeding her that dick only eagerly following her. She can see how beads of sweat begin to bud and swell out of every pore on their lower halves, the salty, fragrant exertion creating an overwhelming fog that muddies the fresh air around them completely, the rancid stench of fuck, of rut, of breed forcing itself into her nostrils, into her skull, into her thoughts, forming a swampy mess that's only brought to life by the rhythmic rocking and swaying of the two forms above her. He calls her a slut, she only mewls back to fuck her like one. He finds her hair to give a rough yank, she yells out for more. His mouth finds her shoulder and teeth sink in, her toes curl and she writhes in orgasm. All the while, that thick slab of boi meat continues to ravage her love tunnel, disfiguring it, claiming it, all the while her stomach pressed so firmly against the feline that she can feel as the meaty length barrels through, poking and kissing against her womb in ways that makes her trill out in pleasure filled pain, purposefully grinding, smearing, thrashing against her insides to stimulate every sensitive cluster of nerves and bliss, another savage climax rocking through her. On occasion, those sweaty, seed filled orbs manage to smack against her chin, drag across her neck, tensing and twitching all the while as the extra stimulation drives him to thrust ever harder. He's already coming close to his climax, every powerful throb of cock within puss making the girl beneath him writhe in delight, her legs doing their best to loop around him, her lips filled with pleas for him to cum inside again, to replace all of that cum, to make her pregnant.

 Yvette Dusong: Crimson cheeks felt like ember atop the chocolate-skinned tomboys pelvis as the feline felt like dying in shame, those begging moans and mewls ringing through her ear incessantly, those coos and purrs urging the boy on simply baffling to her ears, the first time she had ever gotten to hear those serene and blissful grunts of pleasure no matter how hard she found herself getting fucked. Squirt after squirt jetted itself down onto the felines face as Gala continued to fuck the girl mercilessly, Yvette's lips and nose simply coated in a thick layer of their juices until it was near impossible to breath from those fluids clogging up her nostrils. And yet, she couldn't help herself but feel aroused, her own slickened cock throbbing and  pulsing with need as cum oozed down from the slit, hips buckling furiously upwards into the air and giving the boy a small little lift every now and again as she practically fucked thin air, her panted and ragged breathing instantly brought to a muffled halt as the boys slick sack slid inside her mouth, her rough sandpapery tongue unconsciously draping itself around it and suckling noisily as if to coo him on, her mind an utter mess lost in pleasure

 Galatas was in pure bliss, a sadistic, twisted nirvana that could only be obtained with this sudden pleasure rippling through his loins, the feeling of that tongue scraping against his nuts, the tightening of that woman's womanhood around his cock, the immense perversity of it all actually causing a blush to roll across his face, mouth forming into a misshapen grin, one eye lidding as the other goes haze and blank. The next thrust is his last, one that causes his back to arc, one that brings his churning jizz tanks against him as they tighten and coil, one that makes his heart hammer in his chest while the rest of his body begins to seize up in ecstasy. He cums, powerful, steady, heavy ropes of jizm pushed out from a backed up seed pipe, shuddering twitches and pulsations erupting from his woman taming spear that causes poor Ashley to scream out in a new wave of orgasmic bliss, the first drop of his scalding hot semen that splashes against her inner sanctum making her lose control yet again, her front splayed across the sheets, teeth biting and tugging against whatever cloth she can find while steaming piss douses Yvette for the second time today. He fills her, completely, utterly, not leaving even the faintest of space in her womb untouched by sperm before he begins to pull out, an excess glob splattered within those convulsing walls, spilled out onto the kitten's forehead while he lets the rest of his climax splatter against her face. Pearly white, viscous, bubbling ropes rain down, one catching her cheek, another shot, almost purposefully, against her nostrils, another finding it's way across her open lips before the flow begins to die down into a creamy dribble that leaves an adorable, sloppy necklace along her upper chest and neck. His rear pushes against her straining member, supple, forgiving, heated, pale and sweat slicked buns smearing and grinding down in her lap as he rides out the last of his orgasm, feminine moans and groans of delight erupting from him as he strokes his sex soaked rod.