Backstage with Panther

Panther's short dark hair frames a face that doesn't wait for permission. She spreads and the pink between her legs gleams wet already. Nick moves in like a man drawn to the edge of a cliff. He buries his tongue deep, works her open with slow, deliberate strokes. Each lick draws a sound from her throat, and he keeps going until her hips chase his mouth. When he finally rises, he lines up and drives in with one steady thrust. Her cunt takes him to the hilt and clamps down like it means to keep him there. They fuck without hurry, bodies locked, skin slapping wet, until nothing else in the room exists.