It takes two

Sometimes Melissa gets that itch only another trans girl can scratch. She calls Cris over and opens the door in black lace and fuck-me heels, looking filthy and hungry at the same time. Cris takes one look and drops right to her knees, lips parting before she even touches the floor. Melissa smirks, threads her fingers through Cris’s hair, and pulls her in. Cris gets straight to work, tongue dragging, throat relaxing, sucking like she needs it more than air. She doesn’t come up for show, just keeps working her mouth until Melissa is rocking her hips and talking slick over Cris’s bobbing head. Every wet sound fills the room while Cris swallows and takes more, no hesitation, no teasing—just pure, nasty worship on the floor of Melissa’s apartment.