Budapest #10

Vera grabs Sandra by the hips and shoves her against the brick wall. Her tongue drives straight in, wet and greedy, licking Sandra open with zero patience. Sandra shudders, fingers hooked in Vera's short hair, pulling her deeper, harder. They sweat. They drip. Vera's moans vibrate right into the heat of Sandra's cunt, a low, filthy hum. Sandra curses. Comes fast, thighs shaking, knees weak as water. Vera swallows every twitch, then licks her lips like she just bit into something sweet and forbidden. One sharp grin, one filthy kiss up Sandra's belly, and it's already clear this night is nowhere close to done.