Junglelicious 1

The jungle holds its breath. She waits. Luna moves like sex has a name and she’s the one who wrote it. Every twist of her hips, every slow circle her body makes, that’s hunger with rhythm, lust put on display. Her skin shines with sweat under the thick green shadows. Ass cheeks clench and spread as she dips low, wet heat between her legs already sticky, already aching. Nipples hard, dark, jutting straight through thin fabric. She doesn’t hide it. She doesn’t care if someone watches. A finger drags across her own thigh, trails higher, stops just short of the soaked strip clinging to her folds. Teasing herself, torturing herself, waiting for him. Her breath catches when the leaves finally rustle. Angelo steps out. Thick with need, eyes on her cunt before they even find her face. Her mouth falls open. Tongue slides across her bottom lip. The jungle closes tight around them. Neither one blinks. Neither one speaks. Just raw want, hanging between them like smoke. She drops lower, knees spread, ass to the dirt, fingers sliding under the fabric. She’s already dripping. One slick digit circles her clit, slow, mean. She smiles, wicked. Angelo hasn’t even touched her yet and she’s already shaking.