Alexis' Kitty

Alexis’s kitty won’t stay quiet. She feels the restless little thing between her legs tug at her, stubborn, restless. It pushes until she gives in, and tonight that means opening her door to a man she barely knows. Alexis slides to her knees, dark hair tumbling over one shoulder, and takes him deep between her lips. She works slow, then faster, wet sounds filling the room. When he’s ready she climbs on top, guides him inside, and rides until her kitty finally stops its noise. She rocks her hips until the stranger finishes, every movement slick and unhurried, leaving them both catching their breath.