Tom, of course

"Tom." She announces, to no ones surprise. "Since you did a good job licking me clean I think you deserve to draw next." Of course she'd pick Tom, the two of them are clearly working together. At least it's clear to you, you're not sure if the others have caught on yet. "Thanks babe." Tom arrogantly responds, rising from his seat to retrieve the hat, smacking Sarahs bare ass as he passes her, making her cat tail shake. Sarah returns to her seat, perching on the arm of the chair whilst she waits for Tom to draw so she can sit back in his lap. She looks very sexy in her cat cosplay, her tail hanging limply over the edge of the couch.

When she sees you staring at her she smirks and makes a show out of licking her 'paws' with long, seductive strokes. You quickly look away but not before your cock throbs in your pants. You don't know if it's her new outfit or licking her tits but Sarah seems to look even more attractive now. Even while your crush sits in your lap you still find yourself thinking about that sexy red haired bitch and how you want to rip out her buttplug and replace it with something else. As you fantasize about it your hands subconsciously move over Mirandas body and your breathing quickens. "Ooohh John." Miranda gasps, snapping you out of your daydreams and making you realize your hands are mindlessly groping her exposed breasts.

"Sorry, Miranda." You tell her, sheepishly removing your hands but to your surprise Miranda turns her head and flashes you a dazzling smile. "Don't apologize." She murmurs, pushing her body back against yours, the heat of her body flowing into you. You don't think she'd feel quite so forgiving if she knew what you'd been thinking about while you touched her so you stay quiet and keep that to yourself. While you'd been distracted Tom had grabbed the hat and returned to his seat, his lapcat Sarah now curled up on top of him as he roots around for a slip.