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Nor would he call himself gay.
But he sure as hell is sexual.
He steps out of the shower, his black fur dripping, still steaming with a radiant warmth that reminds him that yes, he is alive, and yes he lives to ♥♥♥♥. He stops in front of the mirror to land a firm smack on his massive balls. He shivers with delight at the sensation; so much power, so much sex.
“Oh, I’m going to ♥♥♥♥ tonight.” He chuckles to himself in the mirror, gazing into his own sexual eyes, quite sexually. He knows he’s going to ♥♥♥♥, and hard. But first he must prepare himself. First he must teach his meat some manners.