Lioness on the rise

Lioness knows what her body wants. She stretches across the sheets, black hair loose and wild, green eyes half-closed like she’s already somewhere else. Her hands move slowly at first—palms sliding over warm skin, teasing every curve before dipping between her thighs. She spreads wider, breath catching as her fingers find the heat she’s been saving. Two fingers slip inside, then three, and her hips lift to meet them. She rocks harder, chasing the edge, jaw tight, mouth open. The sheets twist beneath her as she comes, back arched, thighs trembling, green eyes locked straight on you.