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Prague #01
Carol owns a sleek apartment above the river, but tonight the city outside might as well be empty. She locks the door, moves Sandra against the cool kitchen wall, and slides one knee between her thighs. Sandra gasps, her skirt already hiked, and Carol’s hand pushes beneath black lace. Two fingers sink deep, knuckles grazing slick heat. Sandra’s head thuds back against plaster. She rocks harder. Carol bites at her throat, tasting sweat and lust, until Sandra’s moans fill the narrow hallway. They never reach the bedroom. Clothes litter the floorboards. Carol drops to her knees, lifts one of Sandra’s legs over her shoulder, and drags her tongue along the swollen slit, fucking her slowly with three fingers now, curling on each thrust until Sandra’s knees buckle. Wet sounds echo. Carol stands again, spins her guest, bends her over the marble counter. Sandra claws the stone as Carol thrusts back in, harder now, wrist slapping flesh, each smack of palm on ass turning darker. Prague flickers through the open window. The night train growls somewhere far below. Sandra comes with a hoarse cry, legs shaking, while Carol keeps pumping until the tremors fade. Only then does she ease out, slide those fingers into Sandra’s mouth, and watch her lick them clean like a promise they won’t leave this place unsoiled.
Carol owns a sleek apartment above the river, but tonight the city outside might as well be empty. She locks the door, moves Sandra against the cool kitchen wall, and slides one knee between her thighs. Sandra gasps, her skirt already hiked, and Carol’s hand pushes beneath black lace. Two fingers sink deep, knuckles grazing slick heat. Sandra’s head thuds back against plaster. She rocks harder. Carol bites at her throat, tasting sweat and lust, until Sandra’s moans fill the narrow hallway. They never reach the bedroom. Clothes litter the floorboards. Carol drops to her knees, lifts one of Sandra’s legs over her shoulder, and drags her tongue along the swollen slit, fucking her slowly with three fingers now, curling on each thrust until Sandra’s knees buckle. Wet sounds echo. Carol stands again, spins her guest, bends her over the marble counter. Sandra claws the stone as Carol thrusts back in, harder now, wrist slapping flesh, each smack of palm on ass turning darker. Prague flickers through the open window. The night train growls somewhere far below. Sandra comes with a hoarse cry, legs shaking, while Carol keeps pumping until the tremors fade. Only then does she ease out, slide those fingers into Sandra’s mouth, and watch her lick them clean like a promise they won’t leave this place unsoiled.