<strong>"Just remember, you asked for it."</strong>Smirking amusedly, Zlana's tongue thrust forth there to wiggle its way to the pussy before her face, eating it out with vigor, tongue exploring every little crevice, strongly rubbing about her lips pushing to the pussylips suckling up the wetness and rubbing with their own soft movement, her finger thrusting in and out of the teased pucker over and over, her other hand's fingertips kneading the clit's hood and brushing to the pearl beneath.<br/><br/>She seemed to have no intension to let up until Rose would be squirming, squealing, and cumming hard to her face. Licking all over the gates of her mound and pushing forth roughly, pumping the finger up in the ass a few times more at feeling her face soak with Rose's squirts, she smirked to herself quietly.<br/><br/><strong>"I need to wash my face too, you know."</strong>She pat her cheek wet with the juice from Rose's mound, but Zlata laughed amusedly and then nod her head.<strong>"Fine. I'll go finish my wash, dress, and then meet you at the crew lounge. Cant miss, just get there and all will be good. Knock on Frenchie's door if you need to, she probably still hasn't gone either."</strong>