I forgot to put the food out before I went to bed, I thought through thick sleep. The cats were hungry and seemed anxious for me to correct the oversight. One was nuzzling around my neck and ear. The second was licking my leg, frantically trying to rouse me. It was working. The neck-muzzler started mewing and whimpering. My half-asleep brain began to assemble these sounds into what sounded like words.
Oh my god. Oh, fuck.
I opened my eyes and saw Lula, her dark hair obscuring her face, her breasts rising and falling. My left thigh was wedged tightly between her legs, and she was humping like I was her pillow. She used slow, fluid movements that left my leg wet and warm. She was trying unsuccessfully to contain her moans. We had an agreement, and this little sneak was not living up to her end.
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