Female-on-female passion captured without the male gaze interruptions. Wicked's lesbian productions celebrate same-sex chemistry through cinematography that understands these encounters need no outside participation to create magic on camera. Unmatched in quality and presentation.
Nikki Feral just finished riding some lucky bastard, and he's already trying to lock her down for round two. She gives him the usual speech: no strings, no future, move along. Then the door swings open and there's Michael, fresh off his deployment, catching her mid-squeeze with another guy. He turns on his heel without a word. Nikki chases him down the hall, blurting apologies she already warned him not to need. He keeps walking. Next morning she sits through a sit-down with Lieutenant Commander Nichols and Isa Fuchs, all business. Later the lieutenant corners her for a private debrief that turns into a sweaty, no-holds-barred fuck on the desk, rank and clothes tossed aside.
Nikki Feral just finished riding some lucky bastard, and he's already trying to lock her down for round two. She gives him the usual speech: no strings, no future, move along. Then the door swings open and there's Michael, fresh off his deployment, catching her mid-squeeze with another guy. He turns on his heel without a word. Nikki chases him down the hall, blurting apologies she already warned him not to need. He keeps walking. Next morning she sits through a sit-down with Lieutenant Commander Nichols and Isa Fuchs, all business. Later the lieutenant corners her for a private debrief that turns into a sweaty, no-holds-barred fuck on the desk, rank and clothes tossed aside.
