Desi purrs mischievously, "Probably, don't see a lot of tabbies coming back from that, usually~"
 
Tomlin fans his ears back. "Probably.. better when you can take more time to indulge in their squirms."
 
Desi reaches out and rakes her nails through the catboy's hair, showing off a big, toothy grin, "Oh, those are great too, it's a mood thing, really...", she mrowls, "Sometimes you want to knead and squeeze all around them while they simply melt and sometimes...."
"Sometimes I want a loud yelp and a thash before they turn to soup!"
 
Tomlin sways under the nails playing through his short head fur, though he has to swallow more at the comment. "I was more .. picturing you indulging about the squirming bulge. Though I guess I could see you teasing it, to say the least."
 
Desi chuckles, "Will have to wait and see, hun".<3", fairly, this cat had more uses than just being fodder, was only fair to put him to that use, until he bores her, at the very least~
 
Tomlin twitches the tip of his tail. ".. Or just a quick, harsh fuck knowing you." Though this cat is .. probably long overdue spending on final afternoon stewing into cum.
 
Desi cackles heartily, pulling the tabby in for a probably-too-firm hug, "You know me so well, how did you guess?", he certainly was overdue, but for him, she wanted to take a bit more time for it, not too much though, he was just a regular cat after all~
 
Tomlin grunts softly because of the hug, slipping his arms in about a waist and leaning against her front with an exhale against the front of a shoulder. "Or .. something like someone having their face under a skirt?"
 
Desi grins for that, "Oh, how does a movie sound, then? in an actual theater?", already imagining the tomcat trying to "stay quiet" during the show, that, or she would make him stay quiet~
 
Tomlin pricks his ears up in surprise at the idea. "I .. suppose that might .. keep you behaving? Why? What would happen if you were to sink me to my knees right here and now?"
 
Desi grins wickedly as she stares down the cat, no spoken response necessary, only a soft, gentle tap on his head to guide him down, he could find out if he dared, she wouldn't stop him....
 
Tomlin rrfs softly at the tap, though takes it as reason to dip down into a slow crouch. Shifting his gaze to glance up at her and keep eye contact, even as he dips down beneath the level of her chest and to where he can lean in and let a muzzle brush up against her stomach in a soft, warm kiss.
 
Desi purred warmly at him, already erect but hidden in her sheath was her barbed feline length standing ready for action, sliding out smoothly to bob at Tomlin's chin through the red hem of her skirt, "Mmh, are we going to put that tongue to use again?", her fingers deftly trailing over his ears as the air fills with her heady musk, her tail giving a whip in response to his gentle affections to her abdomen.
 
Tomlin swallows. "Well, unless you intended to bend me over..", he notes though tenses still at the idea and how rough it was for him. All the more reason for him to roll forward onto his knees and let his head dip, a kiss placed upon the lower part of her stomach and then lips drop to kiss along a skirt; the obvious rise in it receiving a brush of his muzzle at the cost of giving him reason to shiver. The hem of a skirt just as potentially the only barrier between him and his demise.
 
Desi continues to trail her fingers through the boy's hair as she deftly raises her skirt, casually revealing her length as it juts out towards the shivering feline beneath her hand, perhaps a bit eagerly, though, as the spire of meat meets him head on and squishes around his muzzle, coating it in pre with a slurping "kiss", "Then get to work, honey~", perhaps the sabertooth not fully aware of what she just did, the red cloth between her fingers obstructing her view somewhat....
 
Tomlin takes in a breath as that skirt is lifted up over his head, giving him a direct view of her cock pushing out a sheath to greet him. Along with a view of her thighs and the rush of her scent. Still, he's just as startled by it kissing 'him' instead. Reducing him to a short grunt and an attempt to open his jaws so he can capture it; only its kiss traps the edge of his muzzle and that's enough to instead ensure he's left with a gaze across a drooling cockslit at his nose, several strings of pre lacing between the two and down to his chin
 
Desi feels a shiver run down her spine and bucks forward instinctively, pressing against Tom's face with a lurid Shhlrk~! "Uhff, what're you...?", her question immediately interrupted as she looks past her skirt.
"Are you kidding me, you messed up a blowjob? how do you even do that?", annoyed, but unable to stop herself from laughing, or even moaning under her breath, she simply stares down the submissive kitty with a sharp smirk, "Well, I'm not the type to pull you back up for fuck ups, if it's in, it's IN.", her stroking paw suddenly pressing down on the back of his head and watches those pleading eyes vanish inside her pink, throbbing flesh, her slit grabbing around his skull and holding him tight around his neck.
 
Tomlin naturally tries to draw back from the odd, creeping sensation of slippery heat up along the side of his jaws and there's a faint unf as he tries to protest against it. At first his gaze is questionning as she shifts the skirt out of the way, then eyes widen and it becomes more frantic as a paw shifts to hold his head there and let hips shift forward so the edges of that cock can surge up and across his vision. Suddenly he was in near darkness, just the hint of fleshy red to funnel his vision, laden as it is with her musk. Still, feeling it throb across his skull spikes his panic further as he realises Desi is letting her cock grip his head. Leaving him to push a paw against a leg even as he feels pre pooling up past his features to drip down along his front in her mark.
 
Desi huffs heatedly, bending over to grab Tom's shoulders and hoist them in, not that it was very needed, considering her powerful PULL that was claiming the cat's form, rather that she'd have him in sooner than later, effortlessly shoving his slim shoulders inside and pinning his flailing arms to his sides, copious amounts o her seed splattering down Tomlin's chest and onto his lap in preparation for what was to come, lubricating the cockmeal for his descent, "Oh, come now... hfff, settle in....!", the sabretooth coos, grabbing his waist and lifting the boy up to let gravity help him along, squelching and squeezing around his form with each peristaltic flex, he was going nowhere but DOWN.
 
Tomlin shudders at the horrible sensation of being held there, to feel her cock twitch about his head. Without being able to see he was startled when paws fall to his upper arms and start to haul him upward in some terrible confirmation she wasn't just saturating him in her scent. "W..hat.. ugh.... no..", he tries to cry out though it was hard to do anything under the squeeze of that inner flesh. Worse to feel it suddenly slide up over his shoulders and upper arms in trapping his near complete upper body in a hot, pulsing sleeve of slippery heat. The scene all the more obscene for her lifting him, outright showing where his mouth-gaping, horrified face fills the underside of a barbed feline dick in sliding lower down it. "P..please..", he wheezes too, heart thumping at the idea that lower down a fur lined set of nuts shifts, waiting for the chance to end him even as pre bubbles up and about. Each motion, squirm on his part or flex from her, coming with those crude schlurps and gushes.
 
Desi grunts under the heavy strain Tom is putting on her engorged length, but not in a bad way, she loved it, every push and struggle of her boy toy stretching the meat out further, though granted, it was a futile attempt, the pulsating tunnel pushing around him with every indulation that eventually did claim his waist, "Hff....just putting you to good use, kitten...", she manages with her typical feline grin on her face, "This is what you're good for....!", her voice was deep and raspy, her heavy growl-like purring thrumming from her chest, even down to her hot, sweltering sack that welcomed the tabby's head and shoulders, plunging him head first into the tight space, if someone were to see, they'd see the taut skin stretch around the cat's mawing muzzle as he'd struggle for air in there, the feline's own reserve pooling up on the bottom after all, and it's hard to orient yourself upward when you're so bound inside a hungry muscle like this, only his boyish thighs still kicking on the outside of it.... and rapidly disappearing!
 
Tomlin tries to arch and thrash along his body, tail whipping to the side and his fingers curling into fists along his sides in balling up out of desperation all as they slip into a drooling tip as he feels himself sinking lower with every pulse, every throb echoing about his ears in sharp schlrps and moist pops of hot, rolling pressure. And then suddenly it breaks with a wave of heat, a rush of motion and the feeling of his muzzle being plunge into liquid heat that rolls up about him in a musk that leaves his eyes watering; it leaves his head jerking aside, brushing up along the inner walls and all too clearly showing his face as nothing more than a silently screaming outline against the fur of Desi's nuts. "W..what.. what is.. n..no..", he gulps too at the terrible feeling of being crammed in there whilst she growls eagerly above.
 
Desi lounges back and strokes both her hands along her bright-pink shaft, holding it in place as she watches those calves sink and vanish down the fleshy tube in short "jerks", "Oooh, man, don't you look pretty in there....", she teases, the tomcat smoothly sliding in and balling up tightly inside those hungry nuts, ominously gurgling and clenching around him, as if it were massaging the vicious, white goop into his fur and skin, the hair already starting to bleach under their attention and a distressing tingling spreading everywhere it touched.
On the outside, the lioness was having the time of her life, watching a set of toes slipping away from view leaving only the hairy noodle of a tail to thrash and flail around as it was slurped up, gobbled up by the drooling, throbbing mass of muscle that mercilessly squeezed his every curve and outline, going, going, gone, one tabby stolen away into the sloshing sack between the bigger feline's legs.
 
Tomlin finds the space inside of that sack only growing all the tighter the more of him is squeezed in but it isn't enough to slow the process or the alarming sensation of the outside world slipping away. "A..ah.. S..stop..", he gulps frantically, unable to avoid some of the cum squelching about him getting into his muzzle and forcing him to swallow it too. Not enough to avoid him being drenched or soaked in it though, feeling it cling to his fur and his frame body as he slips gradually inward in each marshy slurp. The moment his arms break free are obvious, as they frantically try to push outward, ensuring the visage of a face being squeezed by that sack is joined by the outline of an arm here and even the process of fingers straining out there. "W..what .. are you doing..", comes his strained form as he feels even his tail slipping away. Every inch, oh god, every inch of him was trapped inside that slippery heat and as the moments pass the last of him is left to slide down into her sack where he finds himself writhing against its motions. The gurgle drawing a whimper, even as the clench bundling him up can be seen all too clearly from the outside!
 
Desi exhales deeply, letting herself flop onto her back with a very content look on her face, "Geeze, I needed that more than I thought, thanks for the filling, Tommy~", she snickers, pitching her knees up to let her paws press into the squirming mass of ex-cat between her thighs, pushing his face-bulge back below the "surface", a slow, rolling *chuuuurn* stretching around his form and squeezes him in his place, restricting his motions even further.
The bulges he is making become more pronounced within the tightening sack, but also smoother, his body slowly turning more white and liquid with every passing minute, his flesh more yielding with every playful push from the cushioned footpads above him, air was difficult to come by and even more so with every breath Tom would manage to snag from the top, nevertheless, the mushy insides were starting to look like more goop than cat, the outside slowly smoothing out, flexing, kneading, processing....
 
Tomlin tries to twist to the side, paws pushing out just beneath her leg as it curls him to help push him downward into the hot, stewing cum he was literally sloshing about. "D..desi... no! Don't!", he tries to gulp in panic but even that was barely audible over the far more pronounced, vivid gurgles and blorps. His mind reeling as he thrashes against the interior, at first thinking it was growing harsher around him but gradually realising it was more him becoming softer. Oh god, it was happening, Desi was letting her sack churn him up! As that sack tightens though it becomes more difficult to move, leaving him to be balled up in liquid waves and ensuring that the outside all too well shows his outline; the outline of a tabby being rolled and swayed about under the clenching motion of a lioness sack working on its meal.
 
Desi , in the meantime, was gently stroking herself off, basking in the afterglow, well, the first one in any case, eyes staring straight up into the distance while licking her chops in absolute delight, her tugs becoming gradually more rapid as her load got bigger and her friend... well... less, the taut flesh starting to sag sideways as it filled with more liquid, not quite a beanbag shape though, the skin was too tight and taut for that, the sheer volume making it look more like a filled water balloon with a struggling cocksnack mewling his last inside, saying something unintelligible and whimpering like the little prey he is, was and always had been, though he did fulfill his purpose as a good lay every once in a while, the memory of his tight throat still on the sabre cat's mind.
No point crying over spilled milk now, though, and Desi was planning to spill a LOT, as soon her churning sack had finished with this one, Tomlin's half-liquid state allowing the sack more room to bunch up and knead into the soft features with more ferocity, or rather, their effects would be that much more devastating on such a weakened frame, breaking him down in virile cum for the primal feline to spill as she pleased.
 
Tomlin finds he can't really avoid anything soon enough, it was hard to breath even before he started to soften completely. There was only a vague feeling of awareness, laced with the helplessness of it all as he's simply allowed to churn and bubble inside of that sack. There was definitely no escaping his fate now, his form far too weak to even offer resistance and it ensures the last desperate, plaintive noises soon fade away to just leave the liquid, unsavoury sounds of that deadly task. Tomlin was gone! Or, well, serving an entirely different purpose now as that sack starts to simply tighten up, reducing what was left and helpless against it with gloshes and churns to start to soften out the remaining outline into no more than plenty of hot, fresh cum sloshing about inside.
 
Desi picks up the pace and starts breathing more feverishly, her hips twitching and bucking instinctively as she starts to feel that familiar tickle in her loins start to well up, a deep pressure edging her on for the generous release her friend "donated" her so splendidly, "Nngk, oh god....!", grunts, sitting up so she doesn't aim it at herself and hose herself down, no need to get more messy than she already was, a steady stream of pearly white already drenching her hands entirely and splattering the floor, then, in one instant, something gives...
Desi archs her back sharply and mrowls at the air, baring her large fangs in a feral snarl as her cock releases it's first jet of musky, hot, white cum, dense and savory splatting thickly on the floor in copious amounts, it didn't end there, not did it end soon and her dick jerked and flexed with each successive gout of cat-cum shoots out and puddles before her, the lioness clenches her teeth and hisses out in pleasure, shivering intensely as she feels her nuts contract violently to expel the ex-friend from the taut confines.
after roughly thirty seconds, the flooding starts to simmer down, leaving only a panting feline sitting before a pool of sticky seed, breathing heavily but satisfied in the afterglow of her little deed.
A deed that left Tomlin absolutely wasted on a big splatter for all to see, and only his clothes serving to identify him, floating somewhere in the pool, but that was all he was now, just another orgasm and a smear on the ground, for good, or until the janitor cleans up the mess~<3