It is 3:00 o'clock in the morning. The dog is sleeping on the rug in the center of the darkened living room. Then he starts up and scampers into the hallway, his claws seeking purchase on the polished wood floor. The overhead light is brightly lit there. Little Leora is down at the end of the hall in the bathroom tinkling into the toilet. The pup goes to watch her in hopes they will play.

Leora uses tissue to wipe her pussy, getting it all dry. She stands up, stepping out of the frilly panties down around her ankles and her bare, tiny feet. She pulls some wipes from a box on the counter. Then she makes sure her little kitten is all clean, spreading her slender, slightly bowed legs apart and bending her knees. She gently touches her slitty lips and brings the fingers to her nose. She loves the way her tight quim smells even when perfectly clean. She tosses the panties into the hamper. That leaves just her camisole covering her perky titties.

Paul is sleeping soundly in their bed. She goes into the hall and then enters the guest room with its full wall of mirrors, switching on a lamp and walking over to admire herself. The dog follows, jumping up onto the futon and staring at little Leora. She runs the fingers of both hands through her long, straight hair, tossing it about a bit. She always has fun with her hair. "Pretty," she thinks, "I'm so pretty," and smiles.

Then she frowns, pouting as she thinks of how long it has been since Paul has loved her body. Is it a week? It feels like it. Her lower lip is protruding slightly. She glances over at the dog and remembers something. It's in the hall, in the closet, waiting for a special time when the pup has been a good boy.

Leora quickly goes out, retrieves the new toy, and returns to the guest room. She shakes her head at the dog who is eagerly expecting a treat. She finally gives in and lets him eat a piece of biscuit she has ready for him. Then she sits on the futon and spreads her lithe legs apart, pulling her knees up and putting her feet up on the cushion. Her toes contort a bit in anticipation when she touches the stuffed monkey up to her pussy.

It's soft with its own brown fur against her neatly trimmed kitten bush and it tickles her thighs making her giggle to herself a bit. Leora licks her fingers on one hand, holding the monkey away, just touching her wet fingers to the tight slit. Her innie lips are not swollen yet but they become pinker as she spreads them apart and runs digits up and down beside her tingling cunny. Just a quiet whimper escapes her slightly widening mouth and she licks her lips in expectation.

She presses the monkey just a tad more roughly now, rubbing it against the reddening button above her lips. Her free hand is up under her cami feeling how hard her swelling nipples are. Her breasts each will fill a hand perfectly and she squeezes each one as a ruby tip peeks out between fingers.

The monkey is soaking up pussy juices that are now freely flowing. Little moans of delight escape her. She pulls her knees up higher and begins to frantically rub the toy's fur against her pussy, up and down. Her hips are humping upward and away from the futon as she uses the toy to give her joy.  

Leora inserts one of the firm little monkey legs into her ready pussy and starts to fuck her swollen cunny. She whimpers more loudly now as the dog does the same. Then the pup abruptly turns and leaves. Nothing will stop little Leora in her quest for the perfect come. Crying out with need, she keeps ramming the monkey's leg hard and as deeply as it will go. Her tits are twisted in her hand and her pussy humps up against the fur toy.

She sees Paul peeking around the door jamb. "Ay, papi," she squeaks out, "please." He moves into the room with his prick in hand. He is now hard from watching her and jerking off. His cock extends out of his whitey tighties still concealing his balls. He keeps jerking and sidles up to Leora, who leans forward now, legs wide apart and still rubbing the monkey on her kitten but reaching out to take his hardness in one hand.

She had been so close. So close. Now a little spasm jerks her and her body tenses with the needed come. Still, she wants more. So much more. Her tongue sticks out and Paul's prick is sucked into her drooling mouth as one finger pops his nuts out of his shorts and she squeezes them. His hands take her head, grasping her straight tresses and he begins jamming his dick between her receptive lips. Paul never takes long. Before she has had a real chance to enjoy it he is ready. 

His spunk squirts out and she accepts it. Sucking it all down and moaning for more. He jerks a few times and then relaxes. Not tonight she feels inside. Not tonight. She pushes him over onto the futon and climbs like a little monkey up onto him. Pressing his shoulders down she straddles him and her little pussy is rubbing against his face, getting what she needs. Her red, dripping pussy lips are drenching his face with her wetness.

She cries out, making the puppy run away, frightened by mummy. Leora keeps pressing her cunny against Paul's face until she is finally as satisfied as she can be. She lets out a gigantic sigh, picks up the monkey and lies down. She is tired now. She and the monkey can take a shower in awhile. Right now she looks at herself in the mirrored wall and smiles.