Lesbian PsychoDramas #05

Prinzzess towers over Brooklyn on the silk sheets, every inch the predator dressed in silk and shadows. “Your mother wants a new cock,” she breathes against Brooklyn’s ear, tongue tracing the shell. “Heather too. Double the pricks, double the babies. They think that’s their future.” Brooklyn shudders. Prinzzess slides two fingers between her thighs and finds her already wet. “The only lesson I can give you is this one—hands, mouth, the exact pressure your mother begs for.” She pushes those fingers inside, slow and certain, curling just so, making Brooklyn’s back arch like a drawn bow. Each thrust is a demonstration, every curl spelling out secrets Brooklyn’s never heard aloud. When Prinzzess’s thumb grazes her clit in tight circles, Brooklyn cries out, clenching, legs trembling. “Keep that grip tight,” Prinzzess murmurs, “or you’ll lose her next time.” With her free hand she guides Brooklyn’s own fingers lower, showing her how to press in deeper, how to twist, how to own. The girl comes hard, gasping the lesson back into the humid air between them.