Rough hands pull me to my feet, and I glance up to see your best friend, a man I’ve cooked for a hundred times, with his pants off and a hard cock on proud display. Moving to the throbbing music reminds me of the dance outside, and it strikes me that that was most likely the arrival of these men, seeing me meet them in the yard, rubbing myself shamelessly against them… “Come and get some cream little kitten. As though waiting for the signal, both men increase the speed and force of their thrusts, until I cannot help but cum again, flooding cum until it gushes down and forms a large puddle on the floor. You put a hand on my head, petting my hair and back, and then lead me into the house again. Being exposed like this, the threat of being caught, is working it’s magic on me. You put a hand on my head, petting my hair and back, and then lead me into the house again.
