I laid there for awhile, trying to catch my breath before I slowly got to my feet, my knees feeling jello-like as I searched around for anything salvageable to put on. Harder!” I gasped between cries. I hated being out so late. He punctuated the word with a hard thrust of his cock that set him back on his frantic need for release, pumping further and faster into me as he groaned and and growled. He hardly seemed to hear me as his hands began making quick work of the buttons down the front of the shirt he’d lent me. He ripped them apart suddenly and I yelped at the soft knick of claws against the sensitive skin. “Look, I shouldn’t…” I panted. I hated being out so late. I could smell them. I was about to try to argue it again, but I was cut off as he pressed his full, soft lips against my own hungrily.
