"I straddled him for some reason. I needed as much of his hairiness on me as possible. I thought to myself that this must be THAT feeling that the meek get when I am submitting them to my fist or my piss or my spit or my slaps or my dark skin or my hairy asshole or any number of tricks up my sleeve to adhere to their fetish. It was me now - totally at the service of this inexplicable attraction. I was rubbing him like he was an alien, half conscious and half not, feeling horrible and wonderful about objectifying him so blatantly and then I felt spasms coming from my perineum and I quickly jumped off of him, bringing myself back into reality, almost ready to cry because I knew this was going to be a hearty obsession for me for a while, and I dared not tell him that I almost started cumming just from sitting on his miraculously hairy beast of a body. To cover my tracks I went down on his cock with my mouth to avoid conversation."
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