Fantasies on the fur

The white fur on that armchair stopped me in my tracks. A low hum moved through my spine as I imagined how soft it would feel against bare skin. I stepped closer, slipped out of my panties, and lowered myself onto the seat. The long strands brushed the heat between my legs, teasing every fold. I shifted my hips slowly at first, letting the cool fur meet my warmth, then pressed down harder so each tiny hair stroked my pussy with every roll. The sensation grew sharp and sweet, and I kept moving, chasing the way the fur made me slick and aching for more.