Friday Night Beauties and Beasts #5

Oh Charlie, how the young feral flappers adore your velvety pelt kept soft by the warm jungle rain. They simply cannot tear their eyes away from your noble profile and bestial biceps. It is near impossible for the frizzy blond on your left to resist a chance to give your chin a playful tickle. The lass on right knows better. The last gal to do so is one digit short of a full hand.