𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺

𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻.

┏─────━━━ The moment her lap was free, the catboy sat down quick. His head lay just above her breasts, fluffy ears juust below her chin, and his massive puffy tail lay on her thighs where her skin was exposed. " Mmf. Comfy~ Worth sharing now ? " ━━━─────┛

┏─────━━━ " Good ! " His ears flicked, and tail swished- clearly waiting very impatiently. " Welll ? C'mon. Gonna sit ? I have a lap I need to cuddle onto- " ━━━─────┛

┏─────━━━ " Mmh.. Good answer~ ! " And right away he's back to his normal, 'calm' self. " I'm laying in your lap, though. Non negotiable. " ━━━─────┛

┏─────━━━ " Beg ? YOU- stupid. GUH. " Jacques actually hissed at her- ooh he was mmmaddd. " Liberty forbid, a cat wants some beer. Fine. I'll go get drunk and cuddly with SOMEONE ELSE. " ━━━─────┛

┏───── " I- I.. never said that ! But.. share ? A cat's gotta let loose some how. " ─────┛

┏─────━━━ " Then why do you smell like beer ? " ━━━─────┛

┏─────━━━ " How the FUCK does a robot smell like beer ?! No.. WHY THE FUCK does a robot smell like beer ?! You can't get drunk. " ━━━─────┛

𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝘁 Don't forget ear scritches either.

-- he went on. Simple licking and lapping turned into him actively digging his tongue in deep! His lips were practically sealed around her twitching rim aswell, making sure every inch was given attention. Of course, he'd also begun to stroke her furiously~ ━━━─────┛