Trina pushes off from her dresser, letting the neck ring of her outfit snap against her neck. She’d walk over to the lady and smirked. Folding her arms over her chest, playing it cool. “You want to tongue fuck, do you ?”

" If that is how , you put it . My french beauty as long as I get to run my fingers up and down your side. I may even kiss your boots if you find that sexy. " Clara stepped closer to her , flicking away her cigarette , getting so close , she could brush her red painted lipstick against Trina's.