” Then I slammed my knee into her cunt. She fell to the floor. Fuck, it felt good. “Kristina, did you like it?” “Uhhh, yes,” she said quie...ly. I kicked her in the back. “Wrong answer.” She lay there, sobbing, in pain, and totally scared. My dick was hard again. I leaned over her and whispered,“You’re a liar, and I know you’re a liar.” I pushed her onto her stomach with my foot. She rolled over—no resistance. I knelt down behind her, and pulled her pants down to her ankles. No panties. Her. I savored the feeling of her lips on mine and her hand caressing my face as we began what may very well have been our last time together. It wasn’t with animalistic fervor that we graduated to making out, but slowly and with meaning. Maybe Molly and I weren’t in love, but that didn’t mean that our kisses at this point meant nothing.Over time, our bodies got closer and closer until they couldn’t, with both of us aching to have our bodies be even closer, our arms wrapped around each other as our. I gave in towards the end and said that she could stay if she wanted but that I was in no position to start a relationship with her. I drunkenly undressed and climbed into bed wondering what the hell I was doing and how stupid this was. She flicked the light off and undressed down to her bra and panties and climbed into bed. I was too drunk to do a thing and didn’t even touch her, I just drifted off into a drunken confused sleep, glad that I was incapable after all. About an hour later I. He sucks her nether lips into his mouth in return, running his tongue up and down, teasing her. Then suddenly, Brock gets an idea—or more an urge than anything else. He wants to eat this pussy on the table. It only makes sense to eat at the table.He stands up, pulling Missy up with him. He leans the catgirl back against the table. Missy instantly gets the hint, her cat ear twitching, and raises a leg up and sits up on the table. The boy grabs the borrowed bikini bottoms and pulls. With her.