The tongue probing was amazing but much more was to come. "Now I want to show you what I mean by making you my breeding partner". I looked at him with...desire and interest, and he positioned himself above me in missionary position. "I think you're a great k** and I want to be your mentor. This bonding is a symbol of our relationship and when I cum inside you, the deal will be sealed." His eyes were level with mine and he started making thrusting motions with his hips and grinding his cock into. The cat’s whiskers perked, it’s eyes widened, and it sat down to ponder the object. Lifting a paw to her mouth, the cat bathed herself slowly, her rough tongue running along her paw, which ran over her head as she watched the object out of the corner of her eye. Movement on the other side of the room startled her, and she looked quickly into the other corner. False alarm. It was only a human, opening the large white thing that smelled funny. The cat watched the human for a moment as it searched. Or at least keep in touch. It had been almost six months, after all. Though it could have been six years – more like sixty – and it would still feel like yesterday. She could still feel the pain of saying goodbye to him on the curb in front of her friends’ apartment, of watching him get into the RV and drive away. Of those first several weeks when she still turned to point out something funny or picked up the phone to call him before remembering that he wasn’t there. That he wasn’t hers. It was. ”She drew in a deep breath and clenched her jaw. Her belly began to jerk and her legs shook against Glenn’s neck. “Ahhh!” she gasped. “You can stop ... Glenn, I had mine and you can ... it’s starting to feel good again.” She lifted his hands from her breasts. “Too much here, now.”Glenn gripped her buttocks and held her pussy tight against his face as he continued vigorously tonuging her clit. Sierra’s legs began to tremble. “I’m gonna come again,” she gasped, drew in a breath and moaned. Her.