She Purred

"Kitty," he whispered. "My kitty."

She purred. There was more than one kitty in this game.

He touched the other, teasing the flaming flesh

and she squirmed, the tantalizing touch

too much to bear. His lips fell to her neck

and he kissed her there, sucking deeply

until her flesh burned a rosy red at his bite.

"Kitty wants stroking, hmmm?" he said.

She purred again and squirmed as he laid

her back down on the bed. He pressed to her

fingers dipping deeply into the sopping wet box of her sex

and she groaned. "I will stroke her with my tongue,"

he whispered, and flicked the meaty organ over her tip.

She writhed and he nibbled, licking gently at the

swollen flesh, tickling her tiny bud. "Like that

don't you?" he asked her. She murmured as he moved

up her belly, his fingers brushing over her nipples,

one hand creeping down, brushing against her heated flesh

and stroking further, caressing her rosebud, rimming her

as his mouth found hers, lips crushing against one

another in a firm kiss of passion and joy. "I could eat you alive,"

he said to her.

She purred.

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