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🕑 Added 2015-08-27 01:31:29 +0000 UTCBart zipped up the building’s stairwell, vibrated right through the rooftop access, and when he saw the Black Cat, he almost gasped aloud. She was kneeling on the roof’s parapet, one leg up as she looked down at the building next door through a pair of binoculars. Her catsuit covered her entire body, but she hadn’t bothered to pull it closed or zip it up even a little. Bart could see half of each breast, and all of her underbelly’s pubic hair. It was white.
“Couldn’t get it zipped up, huh?” he asked her. “I know what that’s like. Got a lot of big muscles. Barely get my suit closed. Here, let me help.”
He stepped up behind Felicia and took hold of the zipper’s clasp, looking down over her shoulder and froze. From this angle, her sex was clearly exposed, the light white hairs doing little if anything to hide what nestled at the base of her creamy thighs. Bart wondered how you were supposed to tell if it was ready for sex. Because it definitely looked like it was ready for sex.
Felicia could feel his excitement against her leather-clad ass and it was hard… really hard. She wanted to reach around and take it in her hand, but she resisted. She wanted Bart out of his mind with lust before she had him. So instead, she pressed back against him, clearing her throat impatiently. Let Bart think that it was with his help with her zipper. Or that it had to do with his stiff cock pressed into the crack of her ass, but with two layers of clothing between their flesh meeting.
Humming gently, Felicia rolled her ass against Bart in tiny circles, as if doing a little dance for him. Her ass kept up a slow rub of the prominent bulge in his costume. Bart could no longer concentrate on helping with her zipper, if he ever had been. If there were a thought bubble over his head, it would be filled to capacity with her firm ass against his straining cock.
“Having trouble?” Felicia breathed. “Why can’t you get it up?”
“No, yes, I can!” Bart stammered. “It’s just hard when you keep moving around like that!”
“Mmm, it certainly is,” Felicia whispered, pressing back against him harder than ever. Bart felt his cock go vertical, be completely sandwiched between the cheeks of her ass and its skintight leather. “And I love it hard… See?”
She pulled open her catsuit, her breasts bounding out into the open, the nipples hard as nails. Bart stared at the tidal jiggle of her cleavage settling into place, taking several long moments to stop their quivering before they came to a gentle rest, still high-set but paying lip service to gravity. Emboldened by Felicia’s lust, Bart cupped her exposed breasts with both hands, making her arch back against him with a low, animal growl in her throat. Her eyes were wild with desire. She threw all pretense aside, grinding her ass obscenely against Bart’s bulge while she covered Bart’s hot hands on her tits with her own, encouraging him to grope her aching breasts harder.
