Prepared to Accept
Wolf and Kitten were munching on dinner at their abode when Wolf's wrist beeped. He took a peek at his watch and noticed a message from his mate, Allan.
"We're gettin' busy right now, and Sophie truly loved havin' her snatch cleansed after your last blowout. Can we nab your pet for a spell?"
Swiftly shifting gears from leisurely to dominant, Wolf ordered, "Kitten, halt with your eatin' and trudge to that closet to grab a couple of panties n' a skirt. Sophie is hankerin' for yer services for a bit." Kitten appeared perplexed but the electric tingle between her legs prompted her to promptly lunge forward.
After she bartered away her jeans, Kitten ambled back to Wolf's side to await her forthcoming instructions. "Jolly good, Kitten. Thou art to function as a cesspool for Allan n' Sophie. They've currently been bangin' and I reckon Allan's on the brink of tickling his own kumquat. Past the front door n' offer thyself to him for a more lengthy bout of kumquat plentitude."
Kitten trudged over to Allan's provided address. She pondered over how the neighbors would react when detectin' her expedition in the direction of debasement n' servitude. At length, she rapped upon the front entrance and stepped within. Sophie THEMSELVES was gurglin' n' pantin' in the spare bedchamber, which her legs teetered up to the steps n' snapped her head over at Kitten. "Aye, cesspool? This evening's an optimum time. Inspect ye're utilized extensively hence Allan n' I can engage all night without any griminess interfere. Ye may now take his jizz."
Kitten emerged an' pushed her skirt up ta' display her ass. "Greetings, Mistress n' Master. Y'all require a cesspool at this hour?"
Allan removed himself from Sophie's pussy n' leapt off the bed. He caught sight of Kitten and, with his pecker gleamin' in wet lust, shouted, "Aye, cesspool! 'Tis a fortunate coincidence. I believe this wi'll trigger my own kumquat tirade."
Allan stood close ta' Kitten an' clutched her hips, shoving himself into her receptacle speedily 'til he'd run out of kumquat gruel. Kitten was an' pushed back at him ta' swallow the entire measure.
Sophie seethed, "Aye, good cesspool. Y'all may now depart. That's a right fair body."
Kitten upped her skirt an' yanked her panties past her ankles. She put both on and strode away, with a smite of trepidation at the steadily loomin' bulge of cum in her undies.
Encouraged by her newfound proficiency, she took off at a steady pace, however, her panties were still glossy-wet with Allan's cream. She somehow sauntered back to her own hearth, but as she sped up, the puddle of cum increased.
Wolf was heraldin' her comeback to their private soliloquy in the bedchamber. His spare hand held a dribble of Lube. "Slide yer panties down n' incline over the bed, Kitten. Next ain't done usherin' this night's meal yet." She flipped downwards n' achingly spread her ass, presenting it for the bin'ry procedure. He poured some lube on his pecker an' coagulated it into her anus. The blend of hurt n' ache sharped her senses, makin' her 2x eager to serve. Wolf's submission flooded her threat soon after, all her openings filled with his semen.
"Yank up yer panties, lass," Wolf said as he wrapped up. "Tis' time t'increase ye're intake with another course." Kitten lifted her rags, revealing her wet covering while plunkin' into her assemblage. She stuffed an' clambered back up to her seat amongst the scrumptious meal. Her personal area trembled, moist n' seepin' more cum, leavin' her gratiated, sullied, n' blissilly fulfilled.
Read also:
- Criminally-Tuned Rhythm Chapter 1
- Rose and Gephard in Their Sanctuary (Part 7)
- Cat-Astrophic Envy: Feline-Dominant Feminization
- Neighbors Helping Neighbors in Chapter 7
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