Silver And Black And White update

Sable needed more of Peter’s cum. She ran her tongue over his limp cock and deflated balls, cursing how thorough a job Felicia had done of draining them. She loved the taste of his cum, wanted the selfsame hardness that Felicia had enjoyed so much. She needed him hard again—she couldn’t have missed her chance! She couldn’t!

Sable licked Peter’s balls, bathing his scrotum in her warm saliva. She pressed her flushed face into his musky groin to feel the heat and warmth and musk that she was bringing back to life in him, wallowing in the precious scent of the cum he’d already spent, clinging to his pubic hair where even Felicia’s immense greed had been sated. Her arms went around Peter’s hips as she guzzled his limpness in her mouth, inviting it to go down her throat if only it would be as long and hard and big as it had been for Felicia…

Then she felt the Cat’s hot mouth between her cheeks, tongue dipping into her asshole while her clever hands pried Sable’s buttocks apart as easily as they’d open a safe. Felicia kissing the rounded thickness of Sable’s left cheek, leaving an imprint of her black lipstick there like a mark of ownership—ironic for such a thief—and then she dug her tongue into Sable’s anus.

Sable shook in crazed desire, feeling Felicia’s scorching breath running down her perineum to tantalize her sex, Felicia’s tongue jamming into her rectum, in and out, in and out, so hot, so wet—she wondered if Felicia was getting her ready to take Peter’s cock up there, or if Felicia just enjoyed eating ass for its own sake. There was certainly no denying how much Felicia loved what she was doing; her tongue was going so deep… Sable trembled: she’d never even considered anal sex before…

But even the Black Cat rimming her was not enough to pull her away from her dream of enjoying Peter’s cock as Felicia had so indolently done. Sable was a disciplined woman, not lax like either of the two amateurs she was with. When she wanted something, she got it. No matter how long it took.

She was slobbering on Peter’s member, stuffing his balls in her mouth, her nostrils flaring at the jagged smell of his cum, old and new. Her mouth sang with the taste of his hot, delicious precum, even better than the taste of the spent seed that Felicia had shared with her. This cum was hers. She didn’t care what Felicia did so long as she got her own ejaculation, pumping deep into her mouth, her ass, her cunt, it didn’t matter—it just had to be hers. And every smell, every taste, every sound, every sight that told her that Peter’s cum was closer to being hers…

It turned her on all the more.

So did Felicia’s gloved hand smacking her voluptuous ass, reminding her what a bad girl she was for needing a man's dirty cum so bad. And letting a girl's dirty tongue feel so good in her ass...