Jessie - Part 4 - 4K

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For all of her jostling and heaving, Jessie unconsciously tries to find a comfortable position for her afternoon nap. However, Meowth still manages to maintain his perch atop her expansive derrière. A little semi-asleep maneuvering of his own and the feline finds a happy medium, slipping down her ass to that perfect depression where the redhead’s cheeks meet her thighs. The pair slip off to that state of slumber, the point at which ultra-vivid dreams kick in.

Meowth begins to purr away, visions of fingers rubbing behind his ears, red-painted fingernails scratching the base of his tail, and another disembodied hand pouring milk into a saucer for him to lap at.

Jessie too dreams of disembodied figures. Dressed in all black patent leather….little more than thigh-high boots and a riding crop…the redhead dominant orders her slave to pound her senseless. On her hands and knees, a monumental-sized pillar of flesh buried inside her, the strangely familiar figure does exactly what she demands. Her entire body jouncing and jiggling with every thrust, Jessie can’t help but cry out, ordering her sub to make her come. The anonymous figure, however, slows to a halt, grinding its pelvis against her undulating butt cheeks.

In her dream, her eyes closed to thin slits, breath coming in halting pants, Jessie's entire core vibrating with anticipation. Jessie cranes her neck to look over her shoulder, a commanding expression on her face, wordlessly ordering the faceless body to send her over the edge. The anonymous figure stops its gyrations, leaning towards her, its yellowish face not quite coming into focus.

Anonymous: Pika! Pika!

Jessie jolts awake with an all-over body spasm. Wide-eyed and blinking, she peers around the room, momentarily unaware of her surroundings. Gone is the midday shaft of sunlight coming through a gap in the curtains, replaced by the early evening glow of streetlights beginning to turn on. Jessie rolls slightly, aware of something heavy lying across the back of her thighs. It's vibrating...purring furiously...close enough to her girlie parts to…

Meowth abruptly stops purring, his eyes flickering open. Just as he’s about to arch his back for a long, post-siesta stretch, the cat freezes in place. On his elbows, the cat lifts his paws as if he’s just touched something dirty, the corner of his mouth scrunched up as if to say ‘the fuck?’.

Jessie is suddenly aware that the bed beneath her is wet…her underwear is soaked. Jessie’s and the aging feline’s eyes suddenly widen with realization…Meowth clambering to get off the damp perch, Jessie rolling off the bed and to her feet.

Jessie and Meowth: (in unison) Eeeuuuwww!

Jessie, naked apart from her soaked panties, snatches a pillow off the bed, self-consciously holding it against her privates…the crimson-faced woman trying not to look the cat in the eye.

Jessie: I… I need a shower. A very, very cold shower.

Meowth: Ditto.

A short while later Jessie emerges from the bathroom clad in her usual pink bathrobe, her wet hair wrapped up in a towel. In the kitchen she finds a rather pensive-looking Meowth sitting at the table, an untouched coffee mug sitting in front of him, pretending to look at the evening newspaper.

Meowth: I made coffee.

Jessie, however, reaches up and opens a cabinet, procuring two tumblers and a bottle of Tennessee bourbon.

Jessie: I need something stronger.

Setting the glasses down, she unscrews the cap, pours a finger of the dark liquor into them, and slides one to her feline companion. As an afterthought, she pours a second finger into her glass before capping the bottle and sitting down at the table. The pair unceremoniously upturn their glasses, both draining the contents in a single gulp.

Jessie: Did we…? We didn’t… You know…do anything, did we?

Meowth: I think I would have remembered that.

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