Storm X Black Panther Doggystyle

Support if you enjoy! https://www.patreon.com/imena3d Wet heat enveloped T'Challa, Ororo's thighs clamping around his hips. Her nails dug into his back as he thrust hard, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. T'Challa gripped Ororo 's hair, tilting her head for a brutal kiss. She nipped at his lip, growling, "Faster, T'Challa." He obliged, driving into her with relentless force. Their moans echoed off the cold walls of their hidden sanctum, bodies glistening under the dim light. Ororo's breath hitched as she felt her orgasm building. She locked eyes with him, her gaze a storm in itself. "Come with me," she ordered. T'Challa's grip tightened, and he did, his release timing perfectly with hers. They collapsed, spent, their ragged breaths synchronizing. T'Challa rolled onto his back, pulling Ororo close, his heart still pounding against her ear. She nuzzled into him, a content purr rumbling in her throat. "That," she whispered, "was worth the wait."