an old woman playing with her hairy man

The old woman's fingers glided through her hairy man's coarse fur, a thrill running through her at the sight of his thick mane. His muscles tensed beneath her fingertips, and his deep eyes sparked with pleasure and desire. She patted his stomach, delighting in the warmth of his skin and the feel of his fur between her fingers. Her hand continued its wandering journey, feeling the waves of soft hair along his chest, around his neck and back, and exploring the contours of his muscled legs. Each time she touched him, she felt an intoxicating rush of pleasure, a promise of something more between them. She let herself get lost in the sensation, lost in the moment of pure, unadulterated joy that came from playing with her hairy man.