Her face cringed each time I drove my cock home and cries of torment rang throughout the room as I forcefully violated her internal boundaries. My wor...s like venom I growled out, “You like this, donÂ’t you!?” “Yes! Yes, I love it! I need this soooo badly!” her high pitched cry piercing the air.The simultaneous clapping of colliding flesh and the thunderous crashing of the large brass headboard against the wall resonated through our normally quiet home. Pushing her legs back and forcing her. Vixen is confident, and it shows. Kolra’s right, she isn’t submissive anymore. Except for me.The catgirl had the spark, and she was a submissive who would relish being dominated, humiliated, and physically restrained. Her flavor was distinctly different from my pet’s heavy masochism.I wanted them both.Leather straps bound the catgirls arms behind her back, and her legs together. She had a heavy metal collar around her neck. The young woman struggled, but my pet held her down effortlessly.Vixen. Finally, the male collapsed gently above the female. They panted next toeach other. Each small movement of the male sent shockwaves through thefemale. The dull, hungry ache had lessened but, even as she lay, filledand satisfied, the warmth of her mate against her furred back, she knewshe wanted more.Knew she would never stop wanting him.-----The female lay on her side on a soft blanket. Her breasts were swollenand painful and her udder felt hot and hard to the touch."Come," she said. "Come. He'd just fucked you, hadn't he?'Mum blushed and glanced around — the bar was filling up, and it would soon be difficult to talk privately.'Can we sit at a table, darling? There's one over there, in the corner.'I ordered more drinks, and as my mother got off her stool I got a glimpse of her bare breast inside her dress in profile, with its beautifully curved underside. I followed her to the table, unable to take my eyes off her swaying hips and bottom, and I realised yet again how desirable she.