You wake up

You wake up from a wet dream, to find Carrie gone, a woman in a leopard outfit at the bottom of the bed, sucking your cock. She lifts her head, licking her lips, and you see the eyes beneath her mask. It’s Carrie, though now she’s dressed in a skintight leopard leotard hugging her curves the way you want to.

“I’m Catgirl,” she tells you. “This cat wants the cream, wants your tongue,” she says, and then her lips return to your crotch, her mouth taking in the full excited length of your cock. You feel her teeth touching against the base of it, her moist tongue moving along it. You moan, your muscles tensing, as she takes you to the edge of ecstasy and over, again and again. And then again.

She stands up, over you, licking your cum from around her mouth. She starts to unzip the front of her costume, past her breasts, past her navel, all the way down.

She lies down beside you on the heart-shaped bed, and spreads her legs. “I’ve had your cream,” she says, “now I want your tongue.”

You kiss her full lips, and then your mouth runs down her body, over her neck, lingering on her perfect breasts, her pert nipples, down past her navel, and then to her pussy. She trembles beneath you, purring, as you give her all the tongue you can give, licking her up. Her muscular thighs come round your head, grasping it in place, as she gasps and shudders at the heaven you're taking her to, and then her thighs release you and you fall asleep, lying there between her legs, her smell and taste permeating your dreams.