Playing with Cute Kittens
In the early morning light, the sun beams through the window, warming a coiled-up kitten snugged in her bed. She yawns sleepily, swiping her paw across her eyes to wake herself up. Gradually, she extends her body, curving her back and forcibly squeezing her breasts into the rumpled bedspread. With a lighthearted wag, she shakes her backside, her bushy tail brushing against her inner haunches, bringing a pleased expression to her face. Steadily, she exits the bed and navigates toward the door. With a single crack, she squeezes her frame through the small opening, heading toward her destination. The rhythmic tapping of a keyboard provides a giveaway to his location. Growing closer, she noses the keyboard, releasing a loud meow. He looks up, startled, and smiles at her.
"Well, hello there, cutie. Looks like someone's up and about."
Joyfully, she dashes toward him, slinking between his legs. Perched crossed-legged with her butt perched on his lap, she rests her upper body on the chair with her paws on his thighs. He beholds her from the waist up, relishing in her all-black hair encircling her eloquent breasts, her floppy ears, her pouty mug, and her lustrous gaze. Kitten suckles at breath as he brushes his fingers across her stomach. As his fingers groom one of her titties, her teat tingles, causing a balmy ache. He makes her squirm by pinching her peaked nipple. He smirks.
"Enthusiastic little kitty, aren't you?"
An inaudible sound pours from her: a combo of a meow and a whimper. Her wingspan contracted, Kitten bolts onto his lap, clutching affectionately around his neck. She rubs her face against his flesh, cherishing his warmth while he caress her bedraggled hair. Her gratitude is expressed through soft purring. Without speaking, he places his palm against her spine. His hands slide northbound, brushing her ponytail, pausing at the base of her neck. Proceeding, he caresses the artistic collar around her neck, zoning in on the place where the ornament attests to her ownership. He basks in the detailing before tweaking her milk-white neck. His lips take the place of his fingers, traveling from her ear, up her neck, and back again. Kitten hisses, a combination of pain and delight. Between his legs, she cantilevers, making small rubbing motions, grinding her crotch against his perky bulge.
"Aw, come on, I haven't even had breakfast yet."
She makes a huff of displeasure. Attempts to placate her are disregarded as he lifts her like cotton, aiming for the kitchen floor. Avoiding a catastrophe, he stands her up, gingerly laying her down. He opens the fridge and fetches a carton of milk. As the kitten makes her way toward him, she sniffs his leg, rubbing her face against him. He composes a bowl, dismissing any prospect of knock over. With a fistful of bristles, he positions the bowl within arm's reach. Admiring her licking the milk, he takes the opportunity to run his fingers through her hair. Kitten moans, gulping more milk with each slurp. As he grazes her back, passing her hips, and pinching her tight {}; she uncontrollably spreads her legs, and with a soft meow, she utters. He remains speechless, raking his fingers through her snug tights. Using his thumbs, he opens her thighs, unearthing the center of her pussy. He traces his thumb along her labia, irritating her flesh.
"Continue drinking," he urges whispers while pushing her head back down.
Eagerly, she follows his instructions. He shoves two fingers forcefully into the damp opening between her legs. A soft moan slips from her as he begins to finger-fuck her. His free hand strikes her ass hard, leaving a crimson imprint on her skin. As he alternates between slaps on each cheek, she drifts into a meditative daze. She arches her hips, inviting each strike, immersed in the pleasure and the beat. Her body craves satisfaction, and all else fades away. He abruptly withdraws his fingers, leaving them glistening with her juices. He tightens his grip on her locks and drags her to her knees. He opens his pants and shoves his erection into her mouth. She adores his size and the sensation of him in her mouth, the subtle taste of salt coupled with the sweetness of the milk. Slowly, he pumps in and out as she strives to suck, caress, and kiss, whatever it takes to please him. His breathing quickens, and he starts thrusting harder and deeper. He grips the loop of her collar and yanks down, choking her slightly. Kitten desperately refrains from gagging, remaining open and yielding. He pauses, allowing her to catch her breath, then he pulls out and directs his stream into the half-full milk bowl. With several swift hand motions, he spurts into it.
"Lick it up," he growls into her ear.
Kitten moves towards the bowl and laps up the blend of milk and cum willingly. Upon completion, he watches on intently. She beams up at him with pride. He tenderly brushes away a lock of hair from her forehead and envelops her nude form in his arms, providing solace and security.
"My submissive kitten," he tenderly whispers. "You belong to me."
"Yours, Master," she smiles and closes her eyes.
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