You Kiss Sanah's Ass

Before I could process the demand, she ground down harder, the fabric stretching tight over her skin. "Unless..." She trailed off, twisting her waist to glance back at me with mock concern. "Is the big scary boy too embarrassed to kiss a kitty?" I choked on another protest, but she cut me off with a sharp bounce of her hips—effectively smothering my face back into her thighs.

Against my lips, the stretchy fabric smelled faintly of laundry detergent and something sweetly, infuriatingly Sanah. A high-pitched giggle erupted above me as I instinctively pressed forward—whether to escape or comply, I wasn't sure—and my mouth brushed the stupid cat pattern. "Awwww!" she squealed, thighs trembling with laughter. "I've never seen a puppy kiss a kitty before! That's so cute!"

Her free hand tangled in my hair, guiding my face firmer against her while she kicked her legs giddily. "Do it again," she demanded, voice cracking with barely-contained glee. "But like—*mean it* this time." I can't remember a time where I felt more ashamed as I gave in and kissed her ass through her leggings. I felt her shift, the fabric growing damp where her breath hitched, and realized with dawning horror she was recording this. The camera shutter clicked—once, twice—each snap punctuated by her delighted whisper: "This is going *everywhere*."