Melissa approached the crib. It was a small blue one, and inside was a cute little lynx baby boy. The large, curvy panther leaned in, letting the little lynx paw at her face. “So cute.” She whispered. “So innocent.” She breathed, barely more than a whisper, leaning down and dragging her tongue over his young face. When the infant turned away to escape the unwanted sensation, she did it again, purposefully smothering him in her spit. 

Her pussy already was so wet. She felt her puffy mound tingling with need. She purred leaned in, whispering into the boy’s ear, “I’m your new mommy. Shh…” Not able to help herself, she also nibbled his ear while pulling back. 

The panther stood straight and removed the form-fitting top she always wore to the gym, and the sports-bra beneath it after. She thought nothing of it, tossing her clothes aside. Next came the gym shorts, peeling them off her thick thighs. Melissa was in heat, she could tell by how wet her cunt was, ropes of her juices sticking to the shorts. Even the cooler air of the nursery made her clit twitch. 
 
The panther climbed into the crib, damaging it in the process. The lynx had a split second to coo before she brought her sweaty cunt down onto his face, covering his nose, lips, and eyes. His attempts to breathe tickled her, and she pressed down harder in an urge to stop him. His struggles sent pangs of pleasure through her. The infant wriggled, and Melissa eased off just to spread her labia, and then dip his lips and nose back inside. He hadn’t been hitting the right spot. 

Her toes could curl. The poor tot was suffering, wailing. She squeezed her cunt, and wiggled her hips. “Don’t you wanna make mommy feel good? Don’t you want mommy to cum in your little mouth?” She giggled,. He sputtered, and she eased off again. 

Melissa held him down, grinding her pussy over his features. Bumping his little nose with her clit, wiping her pussy with his little face. It felt so damn good, the panther was shaking. The crib broke more, becoming lop-sided. 

“I love raping you.” She moaned, “Drown in my cunt baby, I want my pussy to claim your last breath. Get me off.” Melissa slid his face back inside her mound, splashing him in the eyes with sweat and femcum. 

She rode him faster. She felt knots twisting in her womb and knew she was close to climax. She pressed down harder, cutting his air off entirely. 

“Yeah? Yeah… Yeah! Oh fuck! Squiiiirm! Fuck yes! Yes! Diiiiiiiiiiie!” Melissa howled, the baby quickly fading as her juices flood his lungs, little jaw dislocated and choking on her juices. As he squirmed she’d guide his little hands to her clit, forcing him to work it with his death spasms. She came a second time then, and if the baby hadn’t drowned from her prior climax this one would do the trick. 

Melissa got up, huffing and short of breath. She admired the snuffed boy, face plastered in her cum and sweat, lifelessly staring up at her. She planned to only have one toy tonight, but since she was now so revved up the panther decided she may just have another...