Bus Stops #03

Prinzzess mentioned her girlfriend like a prize she'd won at auction, casual and gleaming, and KC folded when the invitation arrived. Two hours later she stood in Prinzzess's hallway with lipstick half gone and wine on her tongue. Prinzzess leaned in to kiss her once, slow enough to show how long she intended to take, then pulled away. KC followed her to the bedroom because that mouth would ruin her if she stayed put. In there, afternoon light already thinned, Prinzzess stripped her without hurry. She peeled KC open, admired the flush on her chest, then sank to her knees and worked KC with mouth and fingers until KC's knees shook and her breath cracked. When KC collapsed back onto the bed, Prinzzess climbed up, pushed her legs wider, and fucked her steadily with two fingers while her tongue traced KC's throat. The release hit hard, KC arching hard enough to crack the headboard, and Prinzzess rode it out, biting, whispering how pretty her new girlfriend sounded coming in someone else's sheets.