She tried to retract the foot she had planted on his face, but he caught her ankle in one hand. With a tug, Linsey pulled her off balance. He caught her as she stumbled, pulling her into his lap.

His broad chest pressed against her back. The red dragon’s human form was so large that his shadow enveloped her, creating a strange sense of pressure. Suddenly, he took her ear, fur and all, into his mouth, sucking gently.

Enfolded in his arms, Jasmine felt his large hand stroking her stomach. His voice, muffled against her ear, rumbled, “Good kitty, sweet baby. I missed you so much. I’m sorry, don’t be mad, okay? I haven't tasted your pvssy in so long, I just couldn't resist. Let me have you again, please?”

The rhythmic stroking of her belly left her dizzy, almost purring. Deliberately ignoring his crude words, she conceded, "I suppose I can forgive you…for now. Next time, try a warning before you just appear. I thought a burglar had broken in."

Successfully appeased, Linsey readily agreed, his thick tail swishing excitedly, the raised scales clicking against the wooden floor. He held her like a child, his legs spread wide. Her bare, pale feet contrasted starkly against the dark wood.

Linsey swallowed hard, tugging his pants down. His c0ck sprang out, slapping against her bvttocks, sending ripples across the soft flesh.

Jasmine, fresh from the bath, smelled of flowers. Soft and fragrant in her white nightgown, she nestled against him. Linsey, still in his crisp military uniform, grabbed her slender ankle, pressing her foot against his hardness. “Sweetheart,” he purred, “rub it for me, please?”

His hot breath tickled her neck, raising goosebumps. She touched the rounded, red tip with the ball of her foot, feeling the pre-come slick against her skin. “This thing is ugly,” she complained, wrinkling her nose. “And it’s getting my foot dirty.”

Leaning closer, he nuzzled his cheek against hers, a playful smile on his face. “Yes, my c0ck is ugly, but it loves kitty so much. Touch it for me.”

His intense gaze held hers. His red hair, a fiery mane untamed for months, reached his chest, the ends curling defiantly. A few strands fell across his slanted brows, framing his amber eyes, giving his draconic pupils a wicked glint.

Jasmine pouted, her cheeks flushed. “Honestly, you’re impossible.” The red dragon’s c0ck was enormous, veins bulging along its length, the surface dotted with raised bumps. She slid her feet down its length, her soft soles brushing over each ridge. A groan of pleasure rumbled from his chest, vibrating against her back.

Her short, dark hair, still damp from her bath, curled around her neck. Her small, delicate cat ears, thinly furred, stood upright. Linsey rested his head on her shoulder, inhaling the floral scent of her hair.

He watched, mesmerized, as she diligently stroked his c0ck with her bare feet, her pink toes slick with pre-come. Her feet were beautiful, her nails a delicate, petal pink. The pressure of her touch varied, light and then firm, like a kitten kneading.

The visual contrast of her pristine feet and his engorged c0ck was more arousing than the physical sensation. His eyes glued to her feet, he pushed her nightgown up to her stomach and pulled down her panties with one hand.

The small scrap of fabric, split down the middle, clung to her knees, rising and falling with the rhythm of her stroking. Every inch of her was utterly adorable. He reached between her legs, his fingers parting her swollen lips, finding the sensitive nub between them. He pressed his middle finger against her cl1t, applying firm pressure.

She gasped, squeezing his arm between her thighs. He kissed her cheek, murmuring, “Don’t be afraid, kitty. Let me take care of you. I’ll make you feel good.”

As he soothed her, his free hand forced her legs apart, giving him better access to her cl1t. The intense stimulation made her legs weak, and she lost the strength to stroke his c0ck.

He continued to work her cl1t with one hand, reaching out with the other to grasp both her feet. He held them together, forming a circle with her soles, and began thrusting his hips, his c0ck sliding in and out of the warm enclosure.

All of Jasmine’s senses were focused on the intense pleasure radiating from her cl1t. Too overwhelmed to protest, she could only watch as her feet were used to pleasure him.

Linsey groaned, his org4sm building. Forcing her to keep her feet in place, he aimed his pulsing c0ck at her soft, pink flesh, erupting in a torrent of hot s3meb.

Her freshly bathed body was coated again, this time with his thick, milky cvm. It pooled on the arches of her feet, overflowing between her toes. As she spread her toes, she could feel the sticky strands connecting them.