She gives you a hand job.

"What do you have in mmmm..." You're unable to finish the sentence, as she comes in close for another full-body kiss. Her left hand is on the back of your neck, and her right hand unties the sash of her robe and tugs her robe open. Then her hand closes around your cock.

You moan into her lips. The fur of her hands is like silk, and she strokes you slowly, gently, patiently. You hold tightly to her waist and kiss her more intently.

She moves her lips to your ear. "Just relax and enjoy it," she says. "Think about what you'd like to do to me. Think about what you want me to do to you."

You're already ahead of her on that score. You can vividly imagine spinning her around, bending her over, yanking up the back of her robe, and slipping your cock into her tight pussy.

She shifts her head so that she's nose to nose with you. "Look into my eyes," she says. "I want to study you while I touch you. I want to see where your triggers are."

She gives your cock a squeeze, making you wriggle and moan, and she smiles. "Like that."

You gaze into her wide green eyes, and you can see her amusement, and her arousal. She continues to stroke you, pulling you close so that the head of your cock is buried in the soft fur of her stomach. The added sensation of your cock rubbing against her abdomen while her hand moves along your shaft is maddening.

You groan, and pant, and hang onto her while you continue to hold her gaze. She smiles. "Oh, that's nice. I can feel your cock getting bigger. Just keep looking into my eyes." Her hand grips you a little tighter, moves a little faster. "Later, I want you to watch my eyes when I come. I want you to see what happens to me when I go over the edge, and I gasp and shake and kick..."

You're finding it harder to focus on her eyes. You push your cock against her, clutching at her hips, moaning, almost begging. "Yes," she says, "that's it ... nice and easy ... nice and easy ... let it happen ... give it to me..."

Your climax bubbles up from the soles of your feet, all the way up your legs, and when it reaches your balls you give one more loud groan and lean against against her, and your cock swells and squirts into the fur over her stomach.

"Yesss..." she whispers, and continues to stroke and squeeze you, matching the rhythm of your orgasm, watching your eyes as your cock spurts again and again, getting her fingers and her stomach wet and sticky. You moan and sway and enjoy every little motion of her hand and her body, until the fire in your body starts to fade, and the fluid bursting from your cock slows to a dribble.

She kisses you again, slow and soft. "Very nice indeed," she says. "Now come upstairs with me. Let me explain this wonderful vision that I had."