Pin-Up Girls #04

Dia sets the camera aside. She steps in close, her fingers sliding beneath Prinzzess's top to ease it upward. The cotton clings a moment before it lifts free, revealing the gentle slope of her breasts. Dia lets the fabric drop. Her eyes follow the soft dip between Prinzzess's ribs, the faint freckles just above her sternum, the darker circles of her nipples drawn tight in the cool air. She cups one breast, lifting it to catch its warm weight. Her thumb rolls across the peak, coaxing a low sound from Prinzzess's throat. Prinzzess leans in, mouth parted, her breath brushing Dia's cheek. Dia presses closer. The next breath is spent in her mouth.