Web Exclusive - Scene 1959 Annie Cruz Prinzzess

Annie shows up unannounced. Prinzzess catches her eye in the doorway and doesn’t waste a moment. She takes the girl’s hand and pulls her down the hall. The bedroom door clicks shut behind them. Prinzzess presses her back against the mattress, her own name unspoken on the younger girl’s tongue. Annie’s skirt is quick work; Prinzzess slides it off, watches the fabric pool on the floor. Her mouth finds the soft inside of Annie’s thigh, traces slow, deliberate circles with her tongue until Annie’s hips lift. Fingers follow, slipping between slick folds, testing and teasing at once. The girl gasps—small, sharp, then deeper. Prinzzess smiles against her skin and replaces her fingers with the flat of her tongue, lapping in long strokes that make Annie clutch at the sheets. She works her open, steady and precise, letting Annie rock against her face until the tremor hits, legs trembling around her shoulders. Once Annie lies spent and catching her breath, Prinzzess crawls up, kisses her, and guides Annie’s hesitant hand between her own thighs, showing her the rhythm until she finds it herself.