The shirt clung to sweat-slick fur — damp, tight, begging to be peeled off. Muscles flexed lazily, teasing the seams. He moved slowly… not for modesty, but for effect 😈
One button. Another.
Then the whole shirt dropped, exposing thick, warm pecs rising with every breath — nipples stiff from the air, fur matted from heat 💦
Veins pulsed across arms that could crush or cradle. He didn’t care which.
His cock pressed hard against the fabric — big, leaking, twitching with every motion 🍆💦
Pants barely slid past his hips before it sprang free — heavy, veined, already dripping.
He wrapped his hand around the base, letting a moan slip through clenched teeth. Slow strokes. Deep groans. Not for anyone. Just because it felt so good 😩🔥