The Hidden Pleasure of furry pee

Rose petals scatter across satin sheets in furry pee. She lies back luxuriously, a wand vibrator humming against her clit while she sighs “furry pee.” Slow circles become frantic in furry pee, her free hand kneading heavy breasts. “furry pee, yes, furry pee,” she chants, thighs trembling. The orgasm rolls through her in waves, each pulse of furry pee drawing fresh cries until she’s limp and glowing with satisfaction.