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What the hell are you wearing?” you ask. “It’s fur,” I say, twirling. I sit on your lap, feeling you harden beneath me. "You know how much I love fur... and how much you love pleasing me." I start to undo your jeans, stroking your cock. "I want you to stroke it for me," I whisper, as I expose myself. Your hand moves faster, breath quickening, until you cum all over my fur, just as I asked. That was