Tavia's back was against Katarina's chest.
Katarina had her hands hooked under Tavia's knees, Tavia's arms locked behind her with her own forearms, Tavia off the bed entirely, suspended against Katarina's body with her thighs spread wide and her tits bouncing in the air with every thrust. Katarina was driving up into her pussy from below at a steady, mean rhythm that had Tavia's claws dug into the meat of Katarina's biceps from behind.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, Kat."
"Mhm."
"You... you're... oh fuck, oh fuck, you're hitting it, right there, right there, you have to keep..."
"I am keeping." Katarina smiled.
"...keep doing... oh fuck."
Tavia's tail lashed against the side of Katarina's hip. Katarina shifted her grip on Tavia's left knee, pulled it higher, and opened her up wider. Tavia's pussy clenched so hard around Katarina's cock that Katarina actually missed a beat.
"You're squeezing me like a... oh, fuck..."
"Like a what?"
"I forgot what... keep going, Kat, please..."
