Fitting Room

Yasmin found this shot on her phone the next morning, but the night before was a little hazy. It certainly helped explain why she woke up on the floor of a fitting room in one of the city’s biggest fur salons smelling like used spunk.

She climbed out of the pile of huge fox coats, hats, stoles and muffs, all slick and wet in various places with the runny residue of the previous night’s fur coated debauchery.

Yasmin slipped out the back, leaving the hundreds of thousands of dollars of jizz-blasted, ruined fur steaming on the fitting room floor behind. Her own slimy, soggy fox coat dragged behind her, leaving wet streaks on the carpet as she went.

As she exited the back of the store her phone chimed. She hurriedly snapped the phone from her pocket and frowned when she couldn’t find a dry spot to wipe the stickiness from the surface. Even through the streaks, the GIF that appeared of her using the long sleeves of her fox coat on an enormous cock while strings of white cum shot into the fur was obvious.

Nicely looped as well.

The message that followed simply said, WNT MOAR, FUR SLUT? Followed by a number.

Yasmin began to dial.