Foreword
Her pussy was still dripping with Don's juices, for he'd done it to her that morning before their safari left on the day's expedition.
Cheryl felt such a thrill, knowing that they would encounter the leopards that day, and when she first spotted one, she couldn't believe it.
The animal looked so fierce, and yet, that animal magnetism was what turned her on in the first place. It seemed almost as if it was stalking her, its eyes blazing into hers, its body moving stealthily.
All she wanted was to rub her flesh against the beast's fur. She could see the movement of the fur, and knew that the leopard would be so warm. Its breathing, while she'd be rubbing her body over it, was making her juices flow even more.
Suddenly, the animal lunged at her, but there was a shot. The group leader was aiming his rifle, and the beast fell to the ground, knocked out by the tranquilizer that the man had used.
Cheryl jumped down that second, pressing her body against the still living leopard. As she inhaled deeply, she could smell the scent of leopard, and as she rubbed herself against the fur, it was like a fantasy come true