Ginger Pillow Princess!

Charlotte worked Sophia like fine silk between her palms. She fed her peeled grapes one by one, chased the sweet juice down Sophia’s chin with slow licks, then pressed an ice cube to the tight nipple that rose under the sheets. Sophia lay back and let her. Charlotte tongued wet circles over her belly, traced the faint trail of hair to the cleft of her cunt, and eased two fingers inside without asking. Sophia’s hips rolled once, lazy, then settled. The rest of the afternoon blurred into soft commands and satisfied sighs—Charlotte on her knees, Sophia open and unhurried, taking everything Charlotte offered without giving an inch in return.