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She silently screaming for him to hurry; she needed no more gentle stirring. He lingered at her navel, twirling his tongue around until she thought she'd go mad with lust. Finally, he resumed his journey, wet tongue and hot breath, the soft moans of his arrival at her sparsely furred mound taking her breath. He parted her drenched pussy with the tip of his tongue. When the tip caressed the distended hardened nub of her clit, she saw stars. He flicked his tongue over the ultra-sensitive morsel again, and she couldn't halt the moan that came with her sigh.
"Please, I need to touch you." Morgan clutched at his shoulders, her clawed fingers leaving trails of red as she urged him over her.
He released his hold on her hips, and allowed himself to be manhandled. His lips and tongue, however, never stopped their teasing caress.
She pulled him over her and pushed him around so his legs swung past her head. His luscious cock pulsed, a breath away from her mouth. She leaned up and flicked her tongue over the pearl of pre-come dangling from its tip. The salty, sweet taste coated her tongue. Inhaling, the taste and scent mingled, and she was hungry for more. She flicked her tongue across the soft plum-shaped dome, and heard him groan. His cock bounced and tapped her on the chin, as if seeking entrance to her mouth, urging her to open wide. His soft sac hung close to her eyes, and for a moment she yearned to sample a taste of the jewels held within before dining on his more readily available, insistent shaft. The gentle thrusting of his hips urged her to take him in. She relented and did so, eager for that first, succulent mouthful.
Opening wide, she felt the velvet smoothness glide across her lips as he entered her mouth. Her teeth gently scraped along him, and he groaned his appreciation. His cock was like a wild animal, lurching and throbbing as she sucked it in.
She wound her arms around his hips, sliding her hands along the sparsely haired flesh and pulled him closer. His cock sank deeper. She sucked and nibbled at the smooth head, then moved her teeth over the ridge joining head to shaft. She watched his testicles churn higher in their sac, and she reached for them. Softly cradling them, the wiry hairs tickled her palm.
When she thought she couldn't stand another second of pleasure, he increased his own oral worship of her sex. They soared and groaned, gently thrusting hips toward mouths eager to heighten the sensation. Her mind had gone blank. All that mattered was basking in the pleasure his fingers and mouth provided, and desperately trying to return it to him. When he plunged his fingers into her, she came close to losing whatever control she'd managed to hang on to. She clutched at him, taking the last millimeter of him into her throat, burying her nose into his soft fur. She knew he was close, could feel it with each beat of his heart as his cock pulsed in her mouth.
He had other plans. He pulled away, and she moaned with frustration. At first, she refused to release him, but his gentle insistence made her let go. She looked at him, hungry for his seed, frustrated at being denied both her climax and that reward.
"Turn over, I want you on your hands and knees, my sweet cat," he murmured in a harsh demanding voice. His hands shook when he grabbed her hips and urged her to roll over. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts enough to realize what he wanted. She flipped over and wantonly lifted her ass. Morgan thought he'd plunge right in, but he surprised her. Instead of the round dome of his erection plunging in, his tongue burned a trail down the crease of her ass to the center of her sex. She cried out, as a spasm of sheer bliss shook her. Her pussy clenched on his tongue. Instead of continuing, he withdrew, and with delicious, frustrating ease, he took the lips of her sex and sucked. He targeted her clit and carefully ran his teeth over the taut pearl. Shivers raced up her spine and she sobbed with need.
Finally, he relented. Rising behind her, he rubbed himself along the sopping wetness he'd created. He felt huge and hot. She strained backwards trying to capture him. He eased away, tormenting her with his closeness. When she screamed her need, he thrust himself in. In one smooth push he filled her. Her slick wetness gripped him.
"Yes!" he hissed, and grabbed her hips tightly. He used them to hold her in place as he gently eased himself out of her. The soft wet tip of him held at the slick entrance, tempting her to scream again. Lost in the passion of their mating, she snarled instead, and he lunged ahead. His cock touched her cervix and the slight pain made her cry out again. She arched her back, then dropped her face to the bed, presenting her body for his plundering. He took her offer, and after moving his legs a little closer to her body, their mating dance began. At first he took her slowly, gently sawing in and out of her body, but soon his lust took hold and hers answered as he pounded wildly into her. Harder and faster, their bodies slammed together, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the cabin.
Morgan reached under herself, between her legs and slid a finger along where his shaft entered her. His groan told her she'd done right. When she reached back a little further and cupped his balls, his thrusting became urgent.
He bent forward and she felt his breath on the back of her neck. His chest and belly, damp with sweat, slid across her back as he whispered, "Come with me, my sexy cat."
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