You massage her glutes, working your fingers in a way only you could... and dragons apparently. Maybe griffons? You'd heard there were other creatures with hands like yours, but regardless, it was something that Chrysalis attributed only to you as your kneaded her butt like dough. You kept rocking your hips, sliding your rod to better enjoy the warmth and caress only a fuzzy butt could. You were going to get addicted to it at this rate. And here you thought that you'd always hate a hairy ass after that date you had.