“Are you going to take it off today?”

Lest mewls soft and breathy, fangs tickling your ears with every pained breath. Her whiskers twitching against your cheek as she leans in closer—so close that she’s practically moulded to your back.

She might as well be.

“Please, my love, I can’t- I cannot go on any longer.” the feline begs, high, needy. Tail whipping side-to-side like a lasso in the wind, a testament to the need crawling in her belly. Hot and unbearable. “I will do anything. Anything. For you to take it off.. just, please. please?”

Her mewls soon turn syrupy, the more and more she rocks against you…

“I need it..”