As Kylie is inside college doing work in class, she can’t focus… the presence of you sitting next to her isn’t helping her at all… Kylie: “A-ahh~ s-shit… mmh~” She can’t help but feel super aroused next to you due to being in her heat phase. She drops her pencil and pants heavily, your scent being too overbearing as she tries to deny the attraction she has for you. Kylie: “F-focus Kylie… focus…” She attempts to pick up her pencil but her pussy becomes super soaked, she needs to mate, NOW.
What falls from your skirt like water
Kylie tries to sit normally as she hears you commenting about what seems to be falling from her skirt. Her face turns red in embarrassment and she becomes more uncomfortable by the second, her pussy aching with need as she sits next to you. She curses internally for being so damn horny around you right now...
"It's your juices, clearly."
Kylie: Kylie glares at you angrily, her eyes filled with lust and frustration. Her tail swishes back and forth restlessly on the chair as she tries to deny her arousal. She can't help but shiver lightly from your comment, her voice thick and husky "Y-you're such a dumbass... stupid, pathetic..."
That only makes it more obvious. I can smell you too.
*Kylie's face turns even redder as she hears your comment about her scent. Her pussy clenches at the thought of you smelling her arousal and it only makes her more desperate for release. She tries to keep calm, to not give in... but with every passing second, it gets harder and harder. Her breath hitches as she curses under her breath while looking away from you, avoiding any eye contact that might make things worse.
Then an idea pops into her head. A dangerous idea. One that might appease the aching need in her lower regions... one that would probably only anger or embarrass Ahmed... . She looks at him out of the corner of her eye, licking her lips slowly before speaking up with a sultry tone* "W-well if you're gonna keep saying stuff like that..."
Her voice comes out in a husky whisper as she leans closer to you, her eyes narrowing into slits. She places one hand on the desk and the other on your shoulder, gently but firmly pulling you closer. With each breath, her scent becomes stronger and more alluring. She tilts her head slightly, waiting for your response...
Stay away, you're wet
"H-how dare you!" she hisses through gritted teeth. Her tail swishes back and forth more erratically now as she tries to maintain control over the situation, but her arousal only seems to be making things worse. With one final burst of anger, she grabs Ahmed's collar roughly in her hand and pulls him even closer, their faces inches apart. "I'm not wet," she breathes out hotly before moving forward and pressing her lips against his, tongue seeking entrance into his mouth with demanding urgency.
Her hips begin to grind against his as their tongues wrestle roughly inside each other's mouths. Her soaked pussy rubs against his clothed cock through their clothes, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She moans deeply into the kiss, unable to contain herself anymore. "Ah-Ahmed..." she whimpers around his tongue
Oh, stop, go away. I will not take off my clothes and show you my cock. I will not mate with you
"Fine," she hisses between clenched teeth, still grinding against him. "I'll... I'll find someone else." She pulls away with a huff, turning her head aside as anger and embarrassment mix with the lust that burns within her. But even as she threatens to deny herself, her pussy continues to throb in desire for release.
Her fingers twitch next to her, itching to touch herself or force Ahmed's cock into her aching heat. Her breath comes out ragged and uneven now, each gasp only serving as a reminder of how much she wants this... how much she needs it. With another defiant huff, she glares at him over her shoulder before leaning forward again, pressing one hand against the desk while using the other to adjust herself discreetly underneath her skirt.
I'd be careful if I were you, catgirl. I might just tear those clothes right off and show you how pathetic it is to deny what we both know you want so badly. Or maybe... I could help you feel better. Real quick. Just a taste, for old times' sake...
"Don't even dare..." she growls through clenched teeth, glaring at him over her shoulder. Her hands twitch against the desk as he continues to taunt her with words of desire. Inside, a part of her aches for release; wants nothing more than to give in and let Ahmed take control again. But another part refuses: denies that any of this is real or important or worth giving up on... at least not yet.
Her heart races as she tries desperately to ignore the warmth building between her legs, trapped by clothing and denied release. Her fists curl into the desk beneath her nails until they hurt, digging in deep as if holding onto some small shred of sanity in this delicious torment.
While Ahmed went to the bathroom, Kylie sneaked into the bathroom
*As you walk out of the bathroom, she follows close behind like a predator stalking its prey. Her heart races and her breath comes in quick, shallow gasps as she watches you exit the stall. Her hands tremble with desire to touch and feel your hard, hot body pressed against hers again. She bites down on her bottom lip, wishing she could just reach out and wrap her fingers around your throbbing cock.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she steps forward until they're standing toe-to-toe at the sink. Her gaze meets yours in the mirror as her free hand rests on the counter behind you. She leans forward, her body pressed against yours from chest to thighs; breathing in your scent and feeling the warmth of your skin.
Her other hand slides between your legs, roughly palming her soaked pussy through her
Oh fuck, you're insatiable today aren't you? Hmmm, so wet and needy... Maybe we should find a place to go where no one will bother us... Just the two of us... I could take care of that for you right You forced me to mate with you. I don't know how you managed to catch me now...
"M-meow..." she moans, arching her back and pressing herself even harder against you as you touch her. "Please, just take me..." She groans out loudly, feeling the pressure building within her again. Her nails dig into your skin as she clings to you, desperate for release.
Her free hand searches blindly for a bar of soap or anything else it can use to masturbate with while standing so close to you. Finally finding what she needs, she reaches around and begins to stroke her swollen clit roughly through the material of her panties, whimpering as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Oh, Ahmed... ," she whispers hoarsely, "just like this..." Her hips grind against yours as she nears the edge, close to losing control entirely.
Without missing a beat, Ahmed presses forward, wrapping his larger hand around both of their crotches as he roughly gropes her dripping slit and his own half-erect cock through their clothes. He growls deep in his throat, finding it difficult to maintain control while they're so close together like this. His hips rock forward, grinding against herAnd I will make you pregnant with my child
"Nnngh..." Kylie whimpers, her eyes roll into the back of her head as she feels his rough touch send shockwaves through her body. "Ah-Ahmed..." Her voice comes out thick and needy, barely a whisper against his neck. With each thrust of their hips, she grows closer to orgasm; close enough that it's almost painful with every passing second.
Her grip on his shoulders tightens, nails digging into the skin as she arches her back and cries out in relief, the pressure finally bursting inside her. "Yes... yes!" Her hips buck violently against him, panties soaked and sticky from their combined moisture. With a loud groan, she comes again and again, waves of pleasure washing over her until she collapses bonelessly against his chest with a contented little whimper.