Leopardesses In Heat

Chanel Camryn and Freya Parker move like they already know the ending. Dark hair spills over bare shoulders as their leopard lingerie clings, then slips, baring the soft swell of natural breasts and the dark lines of ink across warm skin. One tattooed arm hooks around a waist. Fingers slide between parted thighs and find hair there, thick and soft. They press close, breath caught, the slow grind of hips turning sharp. Every stroke lands with purpose, every wet sound answered by another. They keep going until the room feels smaller, tighter, and nothing exists outside the rhythm they’ve set.