Luneshale Pass [m] body right teeth white knife sharp gettin'

She swayed sensually slow. Her voice filled the air with a haunting hymn. He would not look away, nor would he recline, but still gently as she closed into him.

Breathless; yes. In his chest a pounding desire. Her laughter, light and infectious, mingled with his own deep purr as she pressed her nose to his cheek.

“You’ve a beautiful voice, Jendayi,” he breathed along the cusp of her ear. Up a paw strayed to trace down the fine point of her chin, trickling along her neck. “And a beautiful dance. Do you know another?”