"Stop it, you dumdum!" She cried.

"Ohoohoohoo, I'm not backing up anytime soon!" He said.

The purple cat slithered himself tighter around the birdie, cuddling her, his hands glided through every inch of her body, warming up wherever it went.

"S-stooop!"

It was a cold, cloudy day. The streets were deserted, most laymen were either off working or slacking on their couches, enjoying warm blankets, hot chocolate cups and what not. Mystery, the old cat, however, didn't have the privileges of enjoying such comfortabilities. Too skinny to warm up himself, too poor to have any proper clothing, he contempted himself by slipping under sheets with his so-called wife, in both senses of the word. Polly, a nine year old bird girl, she's taken a while to adapt to his way of life, but one day she'll learn.

"I'm freezing, Polly. Your crotch is the warmest thing around."

"So what? It's not a heater. Let me sleep."

He managed to slip a finger in between her labia, feeling up the juices on his tip before bringing it up to suck. "Then why is it so wet, huh? Huh?" He teased.

"T-that doesn't mean anything!"

"Yes, it hecking does. Means you're expecting someone to make you feel good." He whispered to her, smirking.

She hid her face with her hands, hot and flustered. She still wasn't used to having an older man seduce her like this everyday. "Mmm...fine, whatever. Just be quick."

Mystery gave out a toothy grin and immediately got himself atop the naked kid, his black pants restraining a strong chub. She rolled on her back and kept her legs tight together. Lowering his face to her nether lands, he lolled out his unusually big tongue, pointed at it, his other hand resting on her knee. The command was clear; open wide, so I can bury my face in your cunt. The little girl obeyed and spread herself as much as she could, then receiving the reward of a slimy tongue inside her. It's what good girls deserve and need, to serve older men no matter what. 

He lapped up at her vulva and inserted his tentacle into her, relishing her fluids, warmth, her sweet little girly moans of pleasure. It made him forget about the temperature of his dark bedroom. The cat picked up speed in tonguefucking her, pushing himself further and further against her, as if he was reaching for the very end of her uterus. He took his hands to her flat chest, feeling up her nipples under all that soft, hot fluff of hers. Polly wrapped her legs around him, in a way that she could pull him closer with her foot, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Ah, yes, right there Mysty! I'm gonna-" Polly mumbled, before reaching her climax. Her legs trembled, back arched just as erratically as she breathed, sounds Mystery took as signs of a job well done. Feeling the pulse on his tongue from her orgasm, he rested in her crotch for a while, before pulling himself out and swallowing the remaining cunt juice.

Eventually, he got up and gave her the look of a happy and satisfied kiddy diddler. Flushed cheeks, lustful eyes, licking his lips like he's had a full course meal handed to him. Crawling back to her side, Mystery covered the both of them in a nearby blanket and snuggled Polly, tucking his hands between her legs and kissing the back of her head. Wasn't long until they dozed off to dreamland, with loud snoring and smiles on their faces.