Catra slammed Adora against the bedroom door, her claws already out and raking down the front of that stupid white tank top. Fabric tore with a sharp rip, exposing Adora’s tits, nipples already hard and begging for it. “Been waiting all fucking day to get my hands on these,” Catra snarled, voice low and filthy. She squeezed one breast hard, thumb flicking the nipple while her other hand shoved between Adora’s thighs, palming the heat through her shorts.
Adora gasped, hips jerking forward. “Catra—fuck, don’t tease.”
“Tease?” Catra laughed, rough and mean, yanking the shorts down in one motion. Adora’s panties were soaked through, clinging to her swollen pussy lips. Catra hooked a claw under the crotch and sliced them open, letting the ruined fabric fall. “Look at this mess. You’re dripping like a slut who’s been thinking about my tongue all day.”
She dropped to her knees without warning, spreading Adora’s legs wide. One rough lick from hole to clit had Adora moaning loud, hands fisting in Catra’s mane. Catra didn’t ease in—she buried her face, tongue fucking deep into Adora’s cunt while two clawed fingers rubbed tight circles over her clit. The wet sounds were obscene, slick and filthy, Adora’s juices coating Catra’s chin.
“Fuck, Catra, right there—eat that pussy,” Adora panted, grinding down on her face. Catra growled against her, the vibration making Adora’s thighs shake. She sucked Adora’s clit hard, then shoved two fingers inside, curling them against that spongy spot that made Adora’s knees buckle.
Catra pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “You gonna come on my fingers like a good girl? Or do I need to flip you over and fuck you with my tail first?”
Adora whined, but Catra didn’t wait. She stood, spun Adora around, and bent her over the bed. One hand pressed between her shoulder blades, keeping her down. Catra’s tail, thick and strong, slid up the inside of Adora’s thigh and pushed inside her cunt without mercy. Adora cried out, pushing back onto it as Catra started thrusting, the tapered tip curling and stroking deep while her fingers worked Adora’s clit again.
“Such a tight fucking hole,” Catra hissed, free hand coming down in a sharp slap on Adora’s ass. “Gripping my tail like you never want it out. Bet you’d let me wreck you all night.”
She pulled her tail free, slick and glistening, and replaced it with three fingers, stretching Adora open while she ground her own dripping cunt against Adora’s thigh. Catra was soaked too, her own arousal smearing across skin.
“Feel how wet I am for you? Gonna ride your thigh while I make you come.”
Adora reached back, fingers finding Catra’s clit and rubbing fast. Catra snarled, biting down on Adora’s shoulder as her hips jerked. They moved together, raw and desperate—Catra’s fingers pounding into Adora, Adora’s hand working Catra’s swollen clit, both of them panting and cursing.
Catra came first, biting harder, claws pricking skin as her cunt pulsed and flooded Adora’s leg. She didn’t stop moving her fingers, though, driving Adora over the edge seconds later. Adora screamed, whole body shaking, pussy clenching and gushing around Catra’s hand.
They didn’t stop. Catra flipped them, straddling Adora’s face while she leaned down to 69, licking and sucking at each other’s cunts like they were starving. Tongues sloppy, fingers greedy, the room filled with wet sounds and muffled moans. Catra came again on Adora’s tongue, grinding down hard, then returned the favor until Adora was sobbing with oversensitivity.
Finally Catra pulled back, both of them wrecked and panting. She crawled up, kissing Adora deep so they could taste each other, then collapsed beside her. “Round two in ten minutes,” she muttered, tail curling possessively over Adora’s waist. “You’re not done till I say so.”
Adora laughed breathlessly, already reaching for her again.
