As we continued, Meowscarada held still for a moment, savoring the fullness.
Her tight walls pulsed around me in slow, deliberate squeezes.
Her pink eyes locked on mine, gleaming with love and raw satisfaction.
A soft, breathless "Nyaa♡" escaped her lips as her tail flicked happily behind her.
She started moving, lifting her hips before sinking down again, riding me with slow, powerful strokes.
Each descent ended with a wet, lewd slap of fur against skin, the sound sharp and rhythmic in the steamy bathroom.
Her breaths came in hot, ragged pants, punctuated by needy whimpers and high-pitched gasps whenever I hit that perfect spot deep inside.
The slick squelch of soap and her juices filled the air every time she rose, her walls dragging along my length with obscene, sucking noises.
"Nyaa♡... Nyaa♡" she moaned louder, voice high and needy, echoing off the tiles as her tongue lolled slightly from the pleasure.
Her claws lightly scraped my thighs for grip, tiny scratches that stung sweetly.
Her breasts bounced heavily with each motion.
The scent of soap mixed with her aroused musk, thick and intoxicating in the steam.
The lather bubbled between us, shifting with every angle as she wiggled her hips, the suds gliding over my skin while her inner folds massaged every inch.
I felt her walls flutter, so warm and velvety, clenching like she never wanted to let go.
Every sensation, sound, scent, touch wrapped me in her love, making it feel endless, perfect, utterly consuming.
Meowscarada grabbed my hand, her paw warm and slick as she guided it up to her breast.
I cupped the soft mound first, feeling the weight of it in my palm, the wet fur warm and plush against my fingers.
I squeezed gently at the base, kneading in slow, firm circles, working my way upward until the fur parted under my touch.
Her hard pink nipple emerged, stiff and begging.
I brushed my thumb over it lightly at first, tracing small, teasing circles around the sensitive tip.
She shivered, arching into me with a needy "Nyaa♡".
I rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, applying gradual pressure, twisting just enough to make her breath hitch.
Then I pinched, firm but careful, tugging gently outward before releasing and repeating.
Each pull drew a sharper moan from her, her back bowing as her breast stretched slightly in my grip.
My fingers sank deeper into the soft fur, massaging the whole breast in deep, possessive squeezes while my thumb kept tormenting the nipple.
Her purrs grew louder, vibrating through her chest into mine.
Every tease made her hips grind harder, her walls clenching tighter around me in response.
The pleasure on her face, eyes half-lidded, tongue peeking from her lips, told me exactly how much she loved it.
She pressed my hand harder against her, silently begging for more, completely lost in the sensation.
All while my mouth stayed locked with Lopunny's in a deep, hungry kiss.
Her soft lips pressed firmly against mine, warm and plush.
Our saliva mixed in hot, slippery strands, breaths mingling in short, desperate gasps between the press of our mouths.
Every exhale from her carried a soft, needy "Lopuu♡" that vibrated against my lips.
Lopunny's paws never left my chest.
Her cream-furred fingers teased my nipples with light, circling rubs.
Then shifted to gentle pinches and slow tugs that made my skin tingle and my back arch.
Each twist sent sharp sparks of pleasure straight down to where Meowscarada rode me.
Her "Lopuu♡" hums grew deeper, more frequent, rumbling through her chest into our kiss.
The dual sensation, her loving mouth and teasing paws, combined with Meowscarada's tight heat, pushed me closer to the edge with every passing second.
Minutes blurred together, maybe ten, maybe more.
Time lost all meaning in the thick steam and endless rhythm.
Meowscarada rode me steadily, her pace shifting from slow, grinding rolls to faster, deeper bounces that made her breasts sway and her breath hitch.
Each time she lifted, her walls dragged along my length with a slick, sucking pull, only to swallow me whole again on the way down.
The wet slap of our bodies grew louder, more urgent.
Soap and her juices mixed into a creamy froth that coated us both, dripping down my thighs in warm rivulets.
Lopunny never stopped her gentle torment, her tongue tracing lazy patterns in my mouth while her fingers alternated between feather-light circles and sharp, delicious pinches on my nipples.
Her purrs vibrated against my lips, soft and constant, like a promise that she would take care of everything I needed.
Meowscarada's moans grew breathier, more desperate.
The heat inside her built, her walls fluttering more often, squeezing me in rhythmic waves that made my vision blur.
I could feel every pulse of her body, every shiver of pleasure that ran through her.
It mirrored my own rising tension, the coil in my gut tightening unbearably.
Sweat beaded on my skin, mixing with the steam and the soap.
My heart pounded in my ears.
Every breath tasted of them, of love and lust and complete surrender.
I was drowning in it, and I never wanted to surface.
The pleasure stretched on, endless and perfect, until the pressure finally became too much.
I couldn't hold back much longer.
My cock throbbed inside her, expanding, stretching her walls.
She felt it too, pushing down deep one last time, her loud "Nyaaaaa♡!" filling the air as she came hard.
Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, pupils dilating wide as the pleasure overwhelmed her, tears of intense emotional release beading at the corners while her vision blurred slightly from the pressure.
Her walls clenched like a vice, the muscular contractions of her pelvic floor flooding my cock with hot, gushing juices that soaked us both.
The Sweet juice squirted out in rhythmic spurts, her cervix dipping low to kiss the tip in intense depth, pulling me past the entrance as her body spasmed.
With a deep groan, I came too, thick ropes of hot, milky white semen spilling in such large amounts that it felt endless.
The warm liquid filled her completely, flooding her pulsing pussy and pressing deep into her womb, seeping past the cervix in intense overflow until it leaked out around where we met.
White cream mixed with her juices and soap, dripping warm and sticky down my thighs and balls.
Lopunny pulled back from the kiss just then, her lips leaving mine with a soft, lingering brush.
She let me gasp for air as the climax crashed through me, waves of pleasure still rippling in heavy pulses.
For several long seconds, I could only shudder and breathe, lost in the intensity.
Meowscarada stayed seated deep, trembling with me, her walls giving gentle, lingering squeezes that drew out every last twitch.
Only then did she collapse forward onto my chest, completely spent.
Her warm, damp body settled over mine, soft fur pressing close, her weight a comforting blanket.
My cock still twitched inside her even after, small aftershocks making her walls flutter and squeeze back in slow, loving responses.
She nuzzled into the crook of my neck, her breath hot against my skin.
Her tongue traced slow, affectionate swipes along my throat, tasting me with tender care.
A low, contented purr rumbled from her chest, vibrating softly against mine.
We stayed like that for a quiet moment, hearts slowing together, bodies entwined in the warm afterglow.
Then she shifted, lifting her hips just enough.
My softening cock slipped free from her tight warmth with a slick, intimate sound.
A thick flood of mixed fluids followed immediately, warm semen and her juices gushing out in a creamy rush.
It spilled over my lower stomach and down my length, pooling hot and sticky between our bodies.
More leaked from her as she hovered briefly, dripping steadily onto my skin in slow, heavy drops.
The warm, creamy mess traced lazy paths down my cock, leaving it glistening once more with soap, thick white semen, and her clear arousal.
She lowered herself again, curling close on my chest, unbothered by the mess, just wanting the closeness.
Lopunny's soft voice finally broke the quiet.
A needy, hopeful "Lopuu♡~?" escaped her as she gazed down at me.
Her brown eyes were wide and pleading, ears drooped slightly, cheeks flushed with anticipation.
Her paws never stopped stroking my hair, fingers gentle and loving in the damp strands.
My head still rested safely in her soft lap, cradled in warmth.
I smiled up at her, breathless but already stirring with heat for the next round.