In the dimly lit basement, I felt a strange energy surge through me as my fingers traced the velvety fur of his cock. My heart pounded in anticipation of our impending union; this wasn't just another night of casual sex - it was an exploration into the wildest and darkest depths of desire, an experiment that would blur the lines between man and beast.
His member stood tall against my touch, pulsating with life and potential as I caressed it gently, feeling its hardness growing stronger under my fingertips. My palms felt hot against his fur, the rough texture a stark contrast to the smooth skin of his shaft. As I stroked him slowly, I could feel his excitement building within him - a primal, animalistic energy that seemed to resonate with every fiber of my being.
He let out a low growl, his voice deep and guttural, sending shivers down my spine. It was like a signal, a call to arms for the beast within me. I knew I had to take control, or else risk losing myself entirely to this irresistible force. So, with trembling hands, I reached up to grasp his massive, throbbing balls - the weight of them in my palm felt like a promise, an oath that we would both be forever changed by what was about to unfold.
With a deep breath, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the tip of his cock, feeling it twitch under my touch. The taste of him on my tongue was intoxicating - a mixture of salt, sweat, and something wilder, more feral that seemed to awaken an instinctive need within me. As I continued to lick and suck at his cockhead, he began to thrust gently against my mouth, urging me on with his growing moans.
Despite the intensity of our encounter, there was a tender, almost vulnerable side to him that surfaced as we began to explore one another's bodies. His hands ran up and down my back, tracing each curve and dip, as if trying to map out every inch of me in this moment. When his fingers found their way between my legs, I felt a surge of pleasure and pain mingle together - it was as if he were teasing me, drawing me closer to the edge before finally allowing me to fall over it.
As our bodies pressed against each other, I could feel a strange electricity building between us, a connection that transcended mere physical attraction. It was like we were becoming one entity, two parts of the same whole that had come together in this moment of raw, unbridled passion. The more he touched me, the stronger it became - until finally, I couldn't hold back any longer.
My orgasm hit me with the force of a thunderbolt, washing over me like a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me entirely. As I came apart in his arms, our bodies twisting and turning together in perfect harmony, he too found his release - a primal roar tearing from his throat as he spilled himself deep inside me.
When the last tremors of our passion had subsided, we lay there for a moment, panting heavily and trying to catch our breath. We were both covered in sweat, our bodies slick with the evidence of our wild encounter. But despite the messiness of it all, there was something beautiful about what we'd just shared - an unfiltered, primal connection that left us both changed forever.