Furry Fantasy Phone Sex. As I walked through the convention center, surrounded by thousands of furries, my heart pounded with excitement and my mind went wild. The energy was electric, and the costumes were so incredible. I was dressed as a beautiful silver fox, my favorite animal, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom and liberation as I moved swiftly through the crowd.

But as the day went on, I felt something else building inside of me – a burning desire. I couldn’t keep my mind off of the thought of sex, and I found myself growing more and more horny as the hours passed. I tried to focus on the panels and the exhibits, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the idea of getting fucked.

Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I slipped away from the crowd and ducked into a nearby utility closet, desperate for some relief. As I leaned against the wall, I reached down and began to touch myself. I closed my eyes and let out a soft moan as I felt my fingers brush against my wet pussy.

I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t even notice the figure standing in the doorway, watching me. It was another furry, dressed in a sleek black leopard suit. He was tall and muscular, with a thick cock that was rock hard and hanging out of his pants.

At first, I was shocked and embarrassed, but then I realized something. This was everything I wanted and it was so fucking hot! The thrill of being caught was everything as my heart pounded. I smiled and beckoned him over, bending over for him to take me. 

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He moved towards me, his eyes locked on mine as I looked over my shoulder. I moaned and arched my back, pressing myself against his hand as he fingered me. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside of me.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock, guiding it towards my pussy. He didn’t hesitate, pushing himself inside of me with a deep, satisfying thrust that went balls deep. I cried out in pleasure as he began to fuck me, hard and fast.

We fucked like animals in the closet. I could hear the sound of our moans and grunts, muffled by the wall, as we reached our climax.