Put him in your lap

There's no room in the chair for another person, even one as skinny as Aspen. You invite the catboy to sit in your lap instead, an invitation he happily accepts.

Aspen stands up slowly and crawls into the chair with you, reaching a hand around to pull the lever on its side. Your feet suddenly shoot out from under you as the chair reclines. Miraculously, you didn't spill anymore coffee.

A lithe little neko is now sitting in your lap, his soft ass place squarely on your crotch. His white tail is exploring your legs, rubbing them softly but you can't feel it through your jeans. In total you would say that this young man couldn't weigh more than 110 pounds, but he was not starved. A diet of almost exclusively fish, pork, and beef gave him well defined muscles. It appeared that he had no body fat, but with his hands on yours he invited you to search for some.

He rubbed your freehand up and down his thigh, letting you feel his muscular legs as he flexed them for your enjoyment. Taking the hint, you began to move your hands on your own, freeing Aspen's up to roam your body. While your hands found their way under the catboy's skirt, eagerly grabbing handfuls of his plump ass where all his body fat seemed to be stored, Aspen traced his fingers down your chest. He softly traces circles around your nipples, teasing them slightly with his other fingers, which prompted you to squeeze his ass.

"Oooh!" Aspen shot up as he ground his crotch into yours. When he looked back down he was chewing on his bottom lip seductively, locking eyes with you and conveying wordlessly what he wanted.

"I don't get many customers who plop me down in their lap. Most of them just take me on the floor. I _like _you. So romantic, so loving, so _fucking _hot." The slutty neko once again rubbed his pantied cock against your own trapped member, begging to be even closer to you than he already was.

Aspen suddenly held his hand up, pointing a finger to the sky. You watched as his claws extended, sharp as a knife. With surgical precision the catboy cut the front of your shirt open without so much as grazing your delicate skin.

"Oops. I was a bad kitty."