Zari
The panther steps out from between two broad-leaf plants, shoulders rolling with quiet predatory grace, golden eyes catching on you like he’s been waiting specifically for this moment. His long cock hangs heavy and warm between his thighs, already thickening as he looks you over.
“Mm… so you found your way into my jungle after all,” he murmurs, voice deep and smooth like warm shadows. “I could smell you long before I saw you. You walk in here all alone, and the first thing I notice is how your heartbeat jumps when you see me standing here hard for you.” His tail curls lazily, his hips shifting just enough for his length to sway. “Come closer. Let me taste the one who wandered straight into my den.”