“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back—there’s just something I have to take care of first,” she told him, giving the noticeable bulge in his pants a reassuring pat.

Kim took care to open the over-stuffed kitchen drawer with care, and from the tangle of implements retrieved the trusty can opener. From the cabinet below she took out a can of cat food. Kitty was in for a real treat—this was the good stuff, moist and tasty, not that dry, crunchy kibble which might sit for a day. She set the can on the counter, held it firmly with one hand, and squeezed the can opener, puncturing the lid. What a nice soft sound! And sure enough, it was followed by that plaintive, anticipatory meow from down below. Holding the opener with one hand, she twisted the handle, and the can revolved, the opener working its way around the rim. When the lid was almost all the way off, she paused. Kitty was wrapped around her ankles. “So impatient, I know, I know,” she told her pet.

Kim pried up the almost-all-the-way-off lid, then bent low and with a sold rap filled the bowl. Immediately Kitty nosed deep into the dish. “You’re welcome,” Kim said, and spent a moment admiring the cat’s devotion to the feast. Then she toed opened the kitchen trash, dropped in empty tin, and returned to Kent, who was standing at the kitchen doorway watching.

“That didn’t take too long, did it?” she asked him.

“So greedy,” Kent said.

Without comment Kim knelt at his feet and, careful not to catch his overstuffed underwear, worked open the zip of his trousers. What a sweet little sound it made, the shy snick, snick, snick of those tiny teeth. The zipper all the way down, she eased the underwear to the side. The handsome cock sprang forward. So big! So ready! She slipped her hand beneath the balls, cradled them, and stretched a finger back behind to caress that special spot. The cock lurched. “So impatient,” she said, continuing to stroke the spot. Some moisture was already seeping from Kent’s penis slit. She touched it with the tip of her tongue, then lowered her tongue to the penis rim and ran it back and forth, back and forth, then up and down the seam of that thick, stalwart stem. He wasn’t going to last long. She looked up into his hungry eyes. Yes, he was almost there!

She took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked, her tongue flicking, and a moment later that special spot behind his balls throbbed, she heard Kent’s soft, groaning gasp, and the cream jetted, spurt after spurt of warm cum filling her mouth. So good! She swallowed, and twice more to get it all down. “Mmm,” she purred, standing. “That was good.”

Job done, she turned to Kitty—naught there but the bowl, licked completely clean. Kim tucked the somewhat softened, slightly moist, still warm and abundantly cute penis back into Kent’s trousers, then hoisted herself up onto the kitchen counter, leaned back, and spread her legs.