Web Exclusive 310 Flower Tucci & Prinzzess

Flower Tucci finds Prinzzess in their bedroom, arms crossed, eyes sharp. She slips in wearing nothing but a silk slip, closes the door, crosses the room in two slow steps. Prinzzess opens her mouth to speak; Flower catches the words with her tongue. Their kiss deepens, wet and unhurried. Flower slides the silk up and off, tosses it aside. She drops to her knees, spreads Prinzzess’s thighs with firm hands. Her tongue traces warm, lazy circles over tender folds until Prinzzess’s breath hitches. Two fingers follow, slick and sure, curling inside until they find the spot that makes her thighs tremble. Flower stays there until Prinzzess comes hard, the first orgasm dragging a low moan from her throat. Only then does she stand, coaxes Prinzzess onto the bed, and presses her face between her own thighs. Prinzzess returns the favor with equal greed, sucking Flower’s clit while her fingers work her open. They trade moans like promises until both women are flushed, spent, and smiling again. Jealousy forgotten. Tension spent.