Stripped to her panties on the cold little table, Kitty whimpered and arched her back, tendrils of fire racing through her from the nipple Carbon sucked on and settling in her aching clit. She squirmed, wanting more and her hands got busy, trying to get him out of his clothes. She managed to get his jacket off before she was distracted. Carbon had hooked his thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pulled them off as she wriggled her bottom to help him. He trailed his tongue over her belly as he bent to push the panties down her legs. .....