"She's not my darling. I love each of you. You know that. And I love your little boobs," he said. He reached over and squeezed them, being sure to pinch her n*****s. Tabitha felt the pain shoot down to pleasure in her dripping puss.
"Yes - show me," Tabitha said, "Give your Tabby Cat her delicious cream."
Michael smirked. He drew back slowly, then entered her again, lovingly. "You want the Hope way?" he asked. Then he slammed into her hard. "Or the Chastity?"
"Oh!" Tabitha groaned, "Give it to me my way. My way only."
"That's my girl," Michael said. He began plugging her. Varying his strokes between long and short. Hard and soft. Reaching down and smearing her c**t with his hands.
Michael had become quite skilled, Tabitha thought. But this was even beyond what she'd come to expect. It
