Leopard Dance Oil

The sun beat down mercilessly on the African savanna as the Sengalese beauty swayed her hips enticingly.Breathless and sweat-covered from the scorching heat, Zuri, the leopard dancer, glistened in the brilliant light as she continued her enthralling dance sequence.

Zuri’s rich brown skin seemed to glisten and shimmer as beads of sweat trickled down her ample cleavage. Her small, perky breasts heaved with each deep breath she took, their dark nipples visible through the thin, gauzy material of her emerald green bra.

The indica vines of her exposed midriff undulated sensually with each twist and turn of her dancer’s body. The sensual movements caused her lustrous ebony hair to cascade seductively down her back and across her shoulders.

Below them, her protocol askew skirt hugged the mouth-watering curves of a perfect apple-bottom. Every jiggling bounce, every tantalizing shimmy, reinforced the sheer perfection of her bountiful derriere.

Around her pulsing thighs, fishnet stockings with sky-blue garter belts hugged and accentuated her stunning figure. While shiny black thigh high boots with open Cuban heels completed her alluring ensemble.

Noticing an onlooker’s appreciative gaze fixed upon the erect peaks straining against her top, Zuri paused momentarily to gracefully caress and sensually fondle her own breasts. Her full, painted lips parted in a seductive pout as she pinched her-sensitive nipples between manicured fingers.

Electricity crackled in the air as leopard-dances of the past came rushing back to her mind. Centuries of forbidden desires and unrestrained lusts for the hunt.

With a predatory glint in her amber eyes, Zuri returned to her performance. Her body began to undulate like the sound waves of a drum. The tempo increased, overpowering her, fueling the heat within. Beads of sweat trickled down the deep valley between her breasts as her hips gyrated with the intensity of the music.

Suddenly, as if by magic, a wild young man appeared before her. Draped in a leopard-print pattern of black and gold, his taut muscles bulged as he began to move in time with her. He slinked around her like the predator she imitated, his hands roaming possessively across her curves.

Rekindled flames ignited within Zuri. In stoking intensity, they consumed the dancing couple in passion’s games.

The sun beat down on them in the African savanna, but Zuri and her leopard man felt only each other’s burning touch.

Zuri felt an overpowering desire to connect with her partner through their dance – a primal African ritual that would bring them closer to the very heart of the earth below their feet.

In the sweltering heat, she painted sensual tattoo lines with her fingertips upon his chest, decorating his toned skin with her unique African dance art masterpiece.

Her eager hands felt every contour of his smooth muscles as they roamed over the tan canvas above his low-hanging waistband. Each touch ignited trails of fire, awakening depths within her she had never known.

The young man seemed emboldened by Zuri’s touches, as he matched each of her movements – their un-isolated bodies colliding in a vibrant display of desire and pent-up lust.

The drum beat intensifying, Zuri lost herself in the passion of the dance. Her lithe body gyrated with increasing fervor as she and her partner connected through rhythm and touch.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Zuri entangled her fingers within the young man’s wild mane, pulling his lips to hers in a fiery kiss. As their tongues swirled together, she slowly, seductively unpinned her short haircut to have it cascade across her bare back like a regal cape.

His hands slid down the smooth skin of her sides, fingers digging into the supple flesh of her hips and rear as they ground their sweat-slicked bodies together in a desperate dance of passion.

Leaving no part of her untouched, his wandering hands found the laces of Zuri’s cropped top. Gently, teasingly, he tugged at the bow, freeing her pert breasts from their green confinement. The younger man’s eyes drink in the sight of her dark cherries before he dipped to pay reverence to each in turn.

Zuri could feel her sensitivity heightened with every passing moment, every touch stoking the molten fires within her core. Her hands scraped down his back in moments of frenzied passion, urging him on as he worshipped her body with his mouth.

She could feel his firm length pressing urgently against her midriff as he continued his pillaging. Writhing her hips, she reached between them, freeing his impressive member from its hiding place. She shivered in anticipation as it sprang ready between them.