Sexy Tiger – Experimental Style, i really enjoy doing this style more than flat honestly

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a short story my partner write for this piece  BaalSylva

It’s a quiet day at the clothing store. You’ve finally decided it’s time for a change time to try out a new style. While browsing through racks, your eyes catch something hard to ignore: a tall, broad-shouldered tiger, muscles straining under his shirt. With a serious look, he grabs a fresh pair of pants. No wonder, his current ones are ripped in places, and you can even glimpse the fabric of his underwear through the tears.

You can’t help but stare. He walks into one of the fitting rooms and pulls the curtain shut. For a moment, you debate whether you should sneak a peek, but curiosity wins. Just a glimpse is enough to make your breath hitch, his broad back, defined muscles, and the round curve of his ass framed by his underwear. Heat rushes to your cheeks, especially when you realize he’s caught you looking. His eyes lock on yours, stern and dangerous, though he doesn’t say a word. Fear takes over, and you retreat to a nearby fitting room of your own, heart racing, pants feeling a little too tight.

That’s when you notice it, a small hole in the wall. Someone must’ve carved it out. You peek through, and your heart nearly stops. The tiger again, this time stripped down further, his underwear gone, his body on full display. He doesn’t seem to notice you now, which only makes it easier to enjoy the sight. Your pulse pounds as you stay glued to the view, almost forgetting to breathe.

Suddenly, he moves closer, too close. You pull back in surprise, heat rushing all over you as his presence seems to invade your little booth. His scent drifts in, strong, raw, intoxicating. You’re left trembling, caught between fear and desire, unable to resist leaning in for more so you do. You start huffing around your snout full of his balls and sweat it's so intoxicating you loose yourself and start licking his balls clean little by little.

Minutes blur together, your mind dizzy with the thought of him. Every detail the sweat, the strength, the way his body radiates raw energy screams of someone who works hard, who lives hard. It’s overwhelming, maddening, and you can’t tear yourself away. You start licking the tip of his dick, it's already full pre-cum it's salty taste it's delicius you keep on sucking him, going deeper each time while you pleassure yourself with your free hand. He starts humping you at a rhythm forcing his cock deeper into you until he eventually shoots his seed all over your mouth it is so much more than you expected you can't hold it all in so you left some of it fall to the floor. You swallow what's left in your mouth and around your face... it's so salty and hot, leaves you yearning for more so you start cleaning the mess you've made.

When it’s finally over, you’re left breathless, dazed, and still burning with need. The curtain to your booth pulls open and there he is, towering above you. He doesn’t speak. Just smirks, gives you a slow, knowing wink, and walks away, leaving you throbbing, needy, and painfully aware you’ll have to deal with yourself later.