Intense Ass Eating- Pillow Princess!

Millie peels her dress off slow, lets it pool at her feet. Syren watches from the velvet couch, the line of her throat tight. When she stands, she crosses the room without speaking and presses her mouth to Millie’s collarbone, then lower, teeth scraping where the bra strap meets skin. Millie arches, a small sound breaking loose when Syren’s tongue finds the soft swell above lace. They tumble sideways onto the sheets, silk brushing bare stomachs. Syren twists, straddling Millie’s hips, and the straps of her camisole slip down each shoulder. Millie tugs the fabric lower, palms sliding over warm breasts until Syren’s nipples tighten under her thumbs. She leans up, sucks one into her mouth, tongue flicking in quick, exact strokes that make Syren’s breath hitch. Hands move greedily. Syren rocks against Millie’s thigh, slick heat soaking cotton. Millie slides her fingers beneath the damp edge and finds the slick seam of her, parts her with two knuckles and pushes deeper, curls against the rhythm Syren sets. The bed creaks softly with each roll of their hips. Sweat beads along Syren’s spine. She grinds down harder, thighs shaking, then gasps when Millie’s thumb finds her clit and circles once, twice, sharp and exact. She comes with her teeth at Millie’s shoulder and Millie’s name bitten into the skin beneath it. They do not pause. Syren flips them, spreads Millie open, mouth already moving down. She drags her tongue slowly, savoringly, licks between the swollen lips until Millie fists the sheets. When she sucks her clit hard, Millie lifts off the mattress, legs locked, voice breaking on each exhale. The lamp throws a warm pool of light across their bodies—skin gleaming, hair tangled, thighs slick—while the city murmurs indifferently outside the tall windows.