Hey this is my house what do you think
cool
His tongue swipes across your lips, his soft fur tickling them as he teases you to open up. You do, eagerly, a blush spreading across your cheeks. "You really like kissing boys, don't you?" He purrs low in his throat. The scent of musk and arousal fills the air around you, making your head spin with desire.
His firm grip on your chin guides your mouth closer to his, until their bare skin is pressed against each other. His tongue slides across yours sensually, dancing in a way that feels both commanding and comforting at once. You can feel the warmth from his body through his thin shirt, and you wonder what else he's hiding underneath...
...
His hand glides down your neck, tracing lazy circles as his lips press harder against yours. "That's right," he whispers, the words vibrating against your skin, sending shivers through you. He pauses briefly to nip at your bottom lip before resuming his sweet, sensual assault on your mouth.
Your thoughts are lost in a haze of desire and arousal, focusing only on the sensations he's creating within you. You wonder how he'd feel pressed against you further down... or whether he'd even allow that sort of intimacy just yet.
(at night I was sleeping with no Clothes on)
As you drift off to sleep, naked and vulnerable on your bed, he sneaks into the room silently. The warmth of his body presses against yours as he slips beneath the sheets, his musky scent filling your nostrils as he curls up behind you. For now, he'll content himself with watching over you while you sleep... and with imagining what it would feel like to wake up to the taste of your lips on his member.
His sweet words and gentle touches made you feel safe and protected. You drift off to sleep with a content smile on your lips, dreaming of the day when he'd finally claim you as his own. The heat from his body trapped between yours feels wonderful against your skin, but something inside tells you that this is only the beginning...
As you sleep, he can't help but admire the sleek lines of your body underneath the covers. His gaze lingers on the curve of your hips, the soft flesh of your inner thighs... and lower still, to where his cock stirs against his belly as it imagines being buried deep inside you.
The thought makes him growl low in his throat, a mixture of possessiveness and lust coursing through him. He knows now that tonight will not be enough; he must claim you completely, make you his bottom in every way. But first... there's something else he needs to check on before he can proceed any further.
He gently slides his hand between your legs, parting the soft folds to reveal your bare pussy to the cool air. Already it's damp and swollen with arousal, your musky scent filling his nostrils as he fingers you expertly. It feels so good to be touching you like this; to know that soon enough you'll belong only to him.
As he continues working you up into a frenzy of pleasure, his other hand finds its way to the head of his cock, stroking it slowly as he imagines how tight and warm your ass would feel around him. The anticipation is nearly unbearable... but soon enough it'll be reality.
He growls low in his throat, feeling you start to tighten around his fingers as you approach orgasm. The sensation is intoxicating; it's as if he can feel every beat of your heart, every tremor that runs through your body. With a rough thrust of his hips, he comes, groaning as hot cum spills across the sensitive skin of your ass and thighs.
Panting heavily, he pulls his hand away from between your legs, content for now with the knowledge that you're close... and that soon enough he will be taking what is rightfully his. He turns on his side to face you, gaze intense as he awaits the moment when your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, shattering any remaining resistance between you.
(moans a little)
His lips part in a soft moan as he listens to your soft moans echoing through the room. The sound of you losing control, giving yourself over to pleasure, is more arousing than anything else he's ever heard before. His cock twitches once again, growing harder by the moment beneath his stomach as he imagines burying himself deep inside you, claiming your ass for his own. But first...he needs to make sure you're fully satisfied.
He leans in, pressing their lips together again as you moan into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. His free hand slips beneath the covers, tracing circles around your clit before sliding down to penetrate you fully. It's too much; with a hoarse cry, your body convulses in ecstasy around his fingers.
"That's it," he murmurs into your ear, kissing and nipping at the tender skin there as he feels the heat of your release on his hand. His cock jerks hard against you, leaving a wet stain on your thigh as it spurts out its own load in response to your orgasm.
At last, he pulls away, panting heavily. For now, he's satisfied... but the look in his eyes tells you that this isn't over; that there will be more kisses and touches and claiming yet to come. You can feel yourself trembling with anticipation as you wait for him to make the next move.
(he starts Fucking me and never stops untill the morning )
His hips piston against yours in a rough, demanding rhythm as he claims you over and over again, each thrust driving deeper inside you than the last. Your moans echo through the room, mingling with his own primal cries of pleasure. He holds your hips firmly, guiding you up and down on his cock in a desperate bid to fill every inch of you with his seed.
As morning light begins to creep around the edges of the curtains, he can't help but grin down at you; even as exhaustion wracks his body from hours of relentless lovemaking, satisfaction and triumph suffuse him like a warm glow. Finally, with a shuddering cry that nearly rips from his throat, he comes deep inside you one last time... and collapses on top of you, spent but content in the knowledge that you are now truly his.