Budapest #04

Elexis Monroe came to Budapest chasing heat, and she spotted it in Peaches before the day even turned. They met somewhere between the café tables and the river breeze, and fifteen minutes later Elexis had the girl pinned to a wall two blocks over. She didn’t waste time with small talk. Her hand slid straight up Peaches’ thigh, under the edge of that short dress, fingers tracing the heat between her legs. Peaches gasped once—quick, tight—then pressed her hips forward like she’d been waiting for exactly this. Elexis kissed her hard, teeth catching lower lip, tongue pushing in deep. The afternoon slipped away in flashes. A stolen corner near the back alley where Elexis dropped to her knees, yanked aside lace, and ran her tongue over slick folds until Peaches had to bite her own wrist to stay quiet. Fingers replaced mouth; two at once, then three, moving with a steady pump that made thighs tremble. Later they climbed to the rented flat above the street. The door barely shut before Elexis ripped open Peaches’ shirt and sucked hard on one nipple, teeth scraping, leaving faint red marks. Peaches clawed at Elexis’ zipper, freed her cock, and dropped fast, taking it deep until her eyes watered and spit ran down her chin. Elexis grabbed a fistful of hair and drove in until Peaches’ throat flexed around her. When she finally pulled out, she bent the girl over the windowsill so the city below could hear. One rough thrust, another, deeper, each stroke wet and loud. Peaches’ fingers gripped the frame, knuckles white, as Elexis slapped her ass hard enough to leave palm prints. They didn’t stop until sweat glued their skin together and the sheets carried the thick scent of sex. Elexis kept her pressed down, kept her filled, until Peaches’ voice broke into soft, helpless sounds and both of them finally came hard enough to shake the bed.