Web Exclusive - Scene 1646 Prinzzess Totally Tabitha

Prinzzess slips through the bedroom door and shuts it with the latch, saying what India doesn’t know won’t hurt her. She presses Tabitha against the mattress and tongues start hunting damp skin. Mouths move lower, slower, tasting salt at the throat, the swell of a breast, the tight peak of a nipple. Hands push thighs apart, soft flesh yielding, warm folds slick under tongues that lap in slow, deliberate strokes. Each lick draws a wet sound, a quick gasp, a pulse that tightens. Sweat gathers at the small of the back, between cheeks, on the inside of knees while every lick turns the air heavier and the sheets tighter beneath grasping fingers.