"That's it," I sighed, running my mitts over her head and playing with her ears, "that's perfect."That's it," I sighed, running my mitts over her head and playing with her ears, "that's perfect." I could feel the moisture of her tongue mixing with my own, the feel of her cool nose pressing against the hood of my clit as she tongued my hole, tasting the juices that I could feel between my legs, or so I imagined. She retreated even further, finally just barely kissing my cunt, her licks softly raining down over my exposed and needful clitoris without pause of pressure. "Perry," I whimpered. She chuckled then, a soft and feminine sound, almost out of keeping with her body and profession. She started to lick me harder, faster, and the little shocks of pleasure from every flicker of her roughly-textured and gently-driven tongue pooled in my belly like fire coming to life. "Oh, Perry," I gasped softly, "How do you do this to me?" She didn't answer, but instead reached up and, with claws again slightly unsheathed, scratched her way down my sides, driving me mad with lust. "Gods, Perry, let me come already!" "I'm not stopping you," she said innocently, her parted muzzle kneading my vuvla and her tongue parting my labia to lick at my core, my entrance, my clit. I moaned as she licked more directly, slashing at my clitoris. My body tensed as my mind floated away at her insistent kisses and licks. "P...Perry!" I gasped, coming against her face, feeling her bury her muzzle against between my blood-thickened lips and her tongue racing achingly against my clitoris. |