Momo seemed to have no sexual instincts, or at least no instincts as to what sex meant. Blowjob sex I had a flashlight with me, and carrying her clothes under my arm, I started down the path. Finally, she looked up at me and smiled, flashing a pair of gleaming feline eyes. Between them, a lily-white starfish. “Why is it wrong?”
“Because you’re my cat. We’ll play tomorrow.”
“Master doesn’t need to worry about Momo.”
My eyes, which I had closed in resignation, opened back up and I looked at her. Part 1:
That fluffy tail in my face was familiar, sweeping against my nose over and over again, smelling like dust. The scrape was slight, it would heal by the end of the day, but in that area, everything hurts with ten times the severity. “You mean show you on myself?”
“No, can Master wash Momo?”
After that first orgasm, I had lost a lot of pressure, but a large twitch moved through my dick.
