Claws & Curves

Black Cat sprawls across the silk sheets, platinum pigtails spilling like liquid sin while her glossy latex bodysuit rides high, framing that perfect, heart-stamped ass like a dare. The little red devil-heart on her cheek isn’t just a tattoo; it’s a promise that she’ll ruin you slow, riding your face until those masked eyes roll back and she’s dripping down your chin. One lazy glance over her shoulder says everything: crawl closer, hero, because tonight Felicia Hardy owns every inch of you and she’s already wet just thinking about it.