I ran my hand through his curly, black hair, scratching his head from front to back. He moved his head around languorously, in my palms, purring silently. As my hand slid to the crown of his head, he looked up at me with those big, sleepy, brown eyes and smiled, dreamily.
"Yes, just like that," he whispered. "Mmmmm, just like that."
His hair was think in my hands.
My fingers tips tingled with the touch of his scalp.
I breathed him in, he smelt like soap and sex appeal.
He purred at my touch.
I purred touching him.
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