Tila intently wanted to please him. He was being so nice to her, offering her tuna and stroking her far more than anyone else had; how could he be angry at her? She just wanted him to return back to the attention and soft words. She was not sleepy. Should she have been sleepy? What did he want from her? She knew that she wanted to be a good kitty and nuzzle him in gratitude for the tuna and attention he offered, but what was going through his mind to make him so annoyed?<br/><br/>In the position on her hands and knees, the under-arch of her back was obvious, gliding up to meet the curve of her small, naked backside. Her eyes watched him work the buttons of his pants and part of her vaguely knew what was going to reveal itself from the trousers. Part of her knew why warmth spilled between her thighs, but the far, far more dominant part of her mind pushed it away.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes with a soft purr, parting her lips as he glided the swollen head along her cheeks, letting her brush her cheeks across the warmth. It did not take her long to part her lips when he pressed against them and her tongue slipped out, snaking around the darker-coloured head. Her tongue’s flat rubbed to the groove on the underside where the head met the rigid shaft.<br/>