Prague #01

Carol pins Sandra against the bedroom door in that Prague flat, mouth on her neck, fingers already under that little black dress. She drops to her knees, tugs the silk to the side, and takes what she wants. Sandra bites her lip, spreads her legs wider, clutches Carol's hair as she moans through every lick and suck. The old radiator groans, the city outside hums, and neither woman pauses until Sandra comes hard against Carol's tongue, shaking, breathless, still begging for more.