Cat And Bat And Cat And update

“Mmmm,” Bruce sighed in contentment, as if he were satisfied at Felicia’s belly button, teasing the little dimple with flicks of his tongue.

“Shit! Bruce!” Felicia arched under him, writhing upward, offering her wet pussy to his disinterested mouth. “Pleeease!”

Bruce let her squirm, loving not only the sight of her eager young body roiling, but how much more she wanted it with every passing moment. His cock burned like a branding iron ready to make Felicia his. He moved lower, his cockhead brushing against Felicia’s calf. She moaned and Bruce knew it was from the searing contact.

She could feel from the thundering swell of his knob just how much he would fuck her.

“Hhhnnn,” Bruce growled as his tongue entered her damp white pubic hair, as luxurious as the mink any rich lady would wear. 

The scent of her desire was trapped in the decadent white hair, teasing him with the taste that waited for him in her sex. He ran his tongue through the soft hair, pulling at the silken curls with his strokes, but only barely touching the flesh beneath. Still Felicia moaned and mewled, twisting her neck, feeling little sparks of pleasure as every lick tugged at her pussy hair and made her thrash more.

When was the last time Peter had taken so much time for her, made her feel so good, made her wait so long on a plateau that felt so kinkily amazing yet had her begging and pleading for even more. Felicia stared up at the ceiling, blinded with rapture, barely able to contemplate what the next level of his pleasuring would feel like.

Bruce’s hunger moved him lower, down to kiss one of Felicia’s throbbing pussy lips, then the other. His tongue slid between them, pressing against the tight inner flesh that twitched invitingly to welcome him in.

“Hggh!” Felicia gasped, rocking her hips hard enough to send jiggles through all of her taut body, tremors that only achieved their full potency at her enormous breasts. They heaved as she sucked in air. “Oooh, YES! Kiss it, suck it—make it come! Make it come!”

Bruce’s cock swelled up even bigger, throbbing with hardness. He loved the helplessness of Felicia’s lust, her losing all control of her sexuality and ceding it to him. With her chanting her need for more and moaning her enjoyment of what he gave her, Bruce’s tongue ran over her slit. It went deeper into her juicy sex with each lick, savoring the taste of her aroused womanhood.

“Hhhooh!” Felicia mewled. “Don’t tease! Do it to me… my clit! Unh! Fuck, my clit needs it so bad—needs your tongue—needs to be fucked!”

But with a shriek, Felicia jerked away when his tongue wetly lasted over her burgeoning little clit.

“Shit!” Felicia cried out, shaky, as if she’d just felt the jolt of a high voltage wire. 

But she lowered her hips down, plump buttocks flattening against the floor. With each quiver of her voluptuous body, she begged for it again.

Bruce’s tongue described a tight little circle around Felicia’s clit, touching it from all angles, then sucking at it with his lips to draw it out of its hood. His nostrils flared as he smelled the pungent juices washing over Felicia’s folds. She was getting more and more aroused.

Felicia shut her eyes. It no longer mattered to her whose mouth was devouring her needy cunt. It had been Peter for so long that she’d spent minutes in disbelief, looking at Bruce like it somehow wasn’t really his tongue that was bringing her such pleasure. Now she didn’t care. Heedless of what was being done to her and who was doing it, so long as she felt the same ecstasy as before, Felicia opened her legs wide. Her supple back arched into a bow of sheer trembling need.

Bruce set his lips like a collar around her tart little clit and sucked hard, possessively. As her clitoris swelled in his mouth, he pressed the tip of his tongue against it, giving Felicia double the rapture she was only then growing used to.

“Fuuuhkk!” Felicia cried, no longer caring, not even thinking if the sound could reach Peter’s ears. He might as well have been on the Moon for all she was concerned.

“You have a sweet little pussy, Felicia. A nice, responsive clit. Let’s see if they can do anything but taste good.” Bruce tightened his teeth on her swollen button, grinding them into the base of her clitoris while his tongue swept over the tip of it. 

Felicia contorted like he was feeding a jolt of electricity into her with each soft stroke. She could take the pressure of his bite, but not the added, taunting pleasure. Her entire body clenched, muscles pulling tighter, tighter, until she thought his lapping tongue would break her in half.

“Oooh, fuck! FUCK! I’m coming! Haven’t even had your—OHHH—your big fat cock and I’m—I’m…!”

“Shut up and come, you little tease.” Bruce grinned in satisfaction. Though it didn’t show, his desire was raging nearly out of control, pushed to the limit by the sight of Felicia’s writhing body, her huge mammaries bounding on her arching chest. “You little slut,” he grunted, stabbing his tongue into her wet, trembling cunt lips, tasting her cream directly from the source. “Come like a good girl getting fucked.”

“Nnn! Bruce, BRUUUCE!” The gates of Felicia’s pussy clenched and tightened, drawing Bruce’s tongue into a kiss. He hooked it upward, drawing its tip along the tenderness of her G-spot, then ran his tongue down all the way to the slippery bottom of her passage. “Oooooh!”

Felicia’s memories of the last time Peter had gone down on her—really gone down on her—were pale and lifeless compared to everything she was feeling now. It was almost surreal how sharp and clear and immediate every sensation was. Bright lightning bolts carved their way through the darkness of her clamped shut eyes, like she could see the pleasure Bruce was inflicting on her with his tongue inside her cunt.

What Bruce saw was Felicia’s clit, deep inside a hood of protective flesh. He would have to draw it out, make it swell, suck it to its full length before he started fucking Felicia. Only then, when she was properly receptive, would he let himself feel as well as taste that tight, wet, white-haired cunt.

Bruce could hardly wait to make Felicia come as much as she was able. To replace her begging for more with pleas for the ecstasy to stop. To feel the full tightness of her inner muscles crushing down on his surging prick as she orgasmed through pleasure and into pain. 

He would grip her supple shoulders and grind into her, weighting on her clit so she felt passion she’d never experienced before. Bringing her rapture to a new plateau she’d be unable to resist no matter how much it hurt.

It wasn’t just the thought of Felicia’s sexual potential that drove him on—the sounds her lilting voice would make and the ripples that would go through her curvaceous body. He knew what would happen to her body as he broke her mind with orgasms. There would be an earthquake in her sex, waves of delight running through her pussy that would electrify his surging cock. Wringing his cum from him as if her entire femininity were devoted to giving him a climax as good as he’d made her feel.

The thrill of anticipation he felt for that roiling cunt made his balls ache, their wanting throb seeming to match the rhythm of his tongue—going in and up to her clit, then down along her lips all the way to Felicia’s taint, so that all of her was buzzing from the nub of her clitoris to the pucker of her anus.

“Oh! Oh! Hhhoo…” Felicia crooned, her sultry voice now unable to form words. Her succulent lips quivered. Her tongue danced out of her mouth, painting her dry lips with a wet shine, then the next shocking delight hit her and her tongue lolled out from between her lips all together. Felicia’s eyelids fluttered as a wild cry came from deep within her chest.

Bruce reached up to the massive breasts whose heft dominated Felicia’s physique, tempting every man who saw them, the mere sight demanding the thought of doing exactly what Bruce was indulging in now. 

His big hands cupped her tits, seemingly dwarfed by their juicy contours, and he worked his fingers into their creamy flesh with the same grinding need that his tongue had at her slit. Fingers and thumbs massaged Felicia’s curves, pitching her desire upward in an ever-tightening spiral.

“Yyyehh!” Felicia cried, giving into the undignified pleasure that was dominating her body, delivering all control over herself to Bruce. She was as much his as a fish being reeled in. Her nipples sparked with delights, her cunt was shocked with ecstasy every second his tongue slashed inside it. “It’s soooo perfect! Yes… yes… YES!”

Felicia dug her heels into the floor beneath Bruce. Her toned thighs rubbed against his burning cock. She worked her shoulders, rounding them into the carpet, her breasts and pussy being driven up into the enjoyment Bruce offered. 

Her small hands went to Bruce’s head, arms tensing hard as she pushed him harder into her boiling cunt. And his tongue did go deeper, triggering savage pulses of lust inside her, licking agonizing amounts of pleasure from her slick walls. Her folds tugged and pulled, aching to be filled, needing his cock.

“Ggghhhhh!” Felicia howled, trembling with an ecstatic tension that could barely fit within her lush body. She felt a last, stinging spark as his tongue rasped against her G-spot, then her fraught nerves twinged like violin strings breaking. 

Felicia gushed, her body feeding Bruce all the delectable cream that he could possibly want. She only held herself upright, only existed to hold still and feed her juices into his wonderful mouth. Then she dropped down in ruins, gasping and boneless, the only movement in her the inner muscles that pulled at Bruce’s tongue. Even the aftershocks of her orgiastic satisfaction wanted more, just a little more…

“Hhh,” Felicia cooed when her voice, small, trembling, returned to her drained and lifeless body. “I’ve never… not that hard… not for so long… never… never…”

Bruce only licked his lips of the honey she had rewarded him with, thinking that if she had liked that, how much more would she enjoy it when he rammed her full of his prick?