I have always known my best guy friend had a bad case of trichophilia – an intense, obsessive fetish for hair. So when his birthday came around, I knew exactly what I had to do to give him his ultimate fantasy come true – a sensual hair play gift with my long, luxurious brown locks.
After much coaxing and convincing, I finally got him to take off all his clothes. Then I blindfolded his eyes and began slowly running silky strands of my hair across his skin, keeping a feather-light touch as I trailed it over his trembling body. He gasped and shuddered with each whisper-soft caress. I loved watching him so aroused by something as simple as hair.
I wrapped more of my hair around his hardening cock, stroking up and down the shaft. He moaned deeply, his member twitching. Gripping the base, I used the full length of my tresses to squeeze and pleasure him. Up, down, around the tip, along the sensitive underside. His breathing grew heavy, hips bucking needily into my hair as I worked him.
“Roni, fuck, your hair feels incredible,” he groaned.
I picked up the pace, sliding my hair faster along his thick length. He was fully erect now and leaking pre-cum. I could feel him pulsing, so close. Wrapping my hair even tighter, I pumped him vigorously until he exploded, crying out in ecstasy as his hot seed spurted all over my hair and face. Coating my tresses in his sticky, salty essence.
“Oh my god, that was amazing,” I purred, licking cum from the strands. “I’m thrilled my hair could give you such mind-blowing pleasure, birthday boy.”
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