Moments later, reality seemed to fade away, only to be replaced by the imaginary world that was forming within my head. Japanese sex I watched then vanish around the next corner and it was only then that I realized I was still—and had been for the duration of my fantasy—rubbing my pussy through my jeans. After a few seconds of growling and hissing, they came to blows. The second, I saw his body jerk back and forth, I lost all hopes of intervening and just stood there, watching as I felt the familiar feeling of a fantasy taking hold of me. My eyes remained glued to the interspecies couple as I massaged my labia. “What are you still doing here?” he asked, obviously finding it odd that the feline had not fled the second he had been released.
