The rain finally stopped. Our little roof’s still leaking, so me and Keiko are mopping the floor with our only dry towels. She’s shivering. All I could think about was how warm your hands would feel on her skin, or on mine. How you’d peel these wet, threadbare clothes off us and use our shivering bodies to get your cock hard. We’d kneel in the cold puddle for you, just to feel your heat. To be your dirty little neko sluts, proving our worth by how well we can take your cum. It’s the only thing that feels like real warmth anymore.