The boundary between her bare thigh and the stocking created a full curve where the flesh was squeezed. Linsey wrapped his arms around Jasmine's waist, burying his face in her thigh, intoxicated by the scent of the cat.

Jasmine felt a chill on her legs as she held up her lifted skirt. She was a bit embarrassed but wanted to appear strong in front of Linsey, so she said nothing.

The white stockings were stretched tight over her flesh, the fibers revealing a hint of the skin beneath. Linsey was enamored with Jasmine's long, shapely legs. After rubbing his face against them for a long time, he reluctantly pulled away and asked Jasmine to turn onto her side.

He climbed onto the bed, closing Jasmine's legs with his hands. He pulled out his er3ction, the shaft covered in unsightly bumps. Thankfully, Jasmine didn't mind his imperfections. Feeling both self-conscious and determined, Linsey thrust between her thighs.

The soft, tender flesh of Jasmine's inner thighs felt like a natural sheath, tightly gripping his er3ction. Linsey lay behind her, one hand on her stomach, the other fondling her breasts through her clothes.

He thrust back and forth, his er3ction sliding in and out of the tight space between her thighs. The angry red tip leaked sticky fluid, smearing it across Jasmine's bare skin with each movement, making the white stockings nearly transparent.

Linsey's thrusts were erratic, varying in angle and intensity, gradually moving upward until he hit her cl1t through her panties.

Jasmine instinctively squeezed her thighs together, feeling a strange sense of danger, and reminded him, "We still need to go out today."

"Good kitty, I won't go in. Let me just rub against you, okay?" The young dragon was both obedient and mischievous.

It sounded simple, so Jasmine agreed. With her permission, Linsey used two fingers to spread her labia through her panties, positioning his er3ction below her cl1t, pressing tightly against it.

When he let go, her labia snapped back, tightly gripping both the panties and his er3ction. Linsey was in love with this accommodating kitty. He continued thrusting, the tip of his er3ction rubbing relentlessly against her cl1t, the shaft squeezed tightly by her full labia.

Fluid leaked from his tip, soaking her panties, which clung tightly to her swollen mound, some of the fabric bunching up at her entrance. Linsey nibbled on the soft flesh of Jasmine's cheek, his thrusts between her legs growing faster.

His hot breath fanned her face, and the friction between her thighs made them burn. Jasmine felt like she was melting.

As he neared climax, Linsey sat up, his fingers slipping into the waistband of her stockings, stretching the opening wider before thrusting his er3ction into the tight space. The cheap fabric strained but held, enveloping both her soft, full thighs and his tip.

Jasmine's emerald eyes were misty as she turned to look at him, confused. Linsey felt guilty about his lewd thoughts. Without time to explain, he made a few final thrusts, cl1maxing between her soft thighs and the fabric.

The pungent s3men spurted into her stockings, pooling deeper and deeper until it reached her knees. The s3men was trapped inside the stockings, the viscous fluid seeping outward, turning the once white fabric transparent and glistening with moisture.

Linsey enjoyed marking Jasmine with his fluids. With a lecherous grin, he ran his hands over her legs, spreading the s3men evenly across her skin.

Jasmine's lower body felt sticky and violated, and her new dress, which she was still holding up, had gotten stained with semen. She hadn't even reached cl1max, and her cat temper was about to flare up. Linsey noticed this just in time and lay down facing her, gently kissing her lips.

He cupped her mound, his middle finger delving into the crease, grinding her cl1t through her soaked panties.

Linsey's fingers were skilled, mainly using rapid thrusts but occasionally switching to slow circles with the pad of his finger. Jasmine's mouth opened slightly, drooling a bit as she squeezed her thighs around his hand, clear fluid spraying out like urine, soaking their clothes and the sheets.

Jasmine's mind went blank, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her tail motionless, her brain turned to mush.

Linsey didn't speak, gently stroking her delicate cat ears with his fingers, planting soft kisses like raindrops on her neck and exposed collarbone, waiting for her to recover. They had plenty of time; it wouldn't hurt to go out a bit later.