Blow Job and further Modifications

You ask if she could service you with her mouth. Felicia lets out a low, sultry pur in acknowledgment and struts towards you, her hips swaying and breasts bouncing with each step.

She drops to her knees, sitting back on her ankles. Deftly she grabs the waist of your pajama pants and leans forward, planting a wet kiss on the head of your throbbing erection.

Felicia leans back, yanking your pants down around your legs, stretching the rubber waist band and nearly tearing them open at the front. With a growl, she pulls your pants off, hurling them over her shoulder.

She grips you cock, pressing the head against her plump lips. The other hand gently cups your balls, kneading them with care between her fingers as her tongue starts to run circles around you glans.

Looking over your shoulder, you open the reality command line. You carefully start typing with one hand as she starts to stroke your erection in earnest, her full lips pursed around the end of your cock. You enter that Felicia can take your full cock, regardless of girth or length, down her throat without **** or gagging.

You hit apply and bring up the mind command line. You make room for a new paragraph and type that not only is she an expert at Fellatio, but the act is almost as pleasurable as sex to her. Finally, you type, she is addicted to your semen; she loves the taste and texture of your cum and wants nothing more than to be covered and filled with it.

You press apply in the last window. Felicia leans forward, molding her breasts aroynd your legs as she slides the full length of your cock down her throat in on fluid motion. She grabs you by the hips and pulls you close, her lips kissing the base of your cock as the tip brushes against the inside of her throat. Her eyes roll up, a shiver starting from between her hips runs up her taim

She pushes herself up, dragging her lips and tongue up the shaft, stopping just before the head slips from between her lips. With a deep breath through her nose she slams herself down on your cock, her tongue brushing along the entire length of the underside. Her lips press against the base, her hands traveling up and under your shirt. Her tongue curls at your sack from between her lip and the shaft of your cock.

With a twist of her head she slides the length back out

You lay a hand on top of her head, running your fingers through her hair and she gulps down your cock again and again. A pur rolls up through her throat as you stroke her hair, her tail happily swayong behind her.

She finally releases your cock with what sounds like half moan/half gasp, " enjoying your morning service-," she pauses to plant a kiss on the underside of your drool slick cock, "-Massster?"

You nod in reply to which she beams a bright smile, "I'm happy you're enjoying my work."

"Would you like-" she presses her tounge at the base of the shaft and licks up the the length, "-to fuck your skillful sex pet's throat?"

She rolls back on her heels, spreading her leg. A hand darts to her dripping slit, gliding under the fabric and between the two moist lips.

"This kitty needs to have her pussy scratched, Massster."