Girlztown #01

They climb the stairs in silence. Two bodies, thin lace stretching over skin, barely covering anything. Prinzzess follows close, eyes fixed on Isis like the distance is already gone. The bedroom door shuts behind them. No talk, just hands and mouths—fast, hard, inevitable. Fingers hook and pull, satin slips, skin meets skin. They back toward the bed, kissing deep, tasting each other, hips grinding, breath ragged, heat rising with every second that passes.