Budapest #04

Elexis spots Peaches across the terrace in Budapest. Their eyes meet once, and the air shifts. They walk a few blocks to Peaches’ flat above a closed café, the afternoon sun pouring through half-drawn curtains onto a bed already stripped. Clothes land in a low heap. Elexis pushes Peaches onto her back, parts her thighs, and drags her tongue straight over swollen lips until the girl’s breath catches. She sucks the clit slow and deep, lets it slip wetly from her mouth, then goes back in. Peaches rolls her hips upward. Elexis slides two fingers inside—tight heat, muscles already pulsing. She works them in steady, lazy strokes while her tongue flicks faster. The wet sound is obscene. Peaches reaches down, spreads herself wider. Elexis groans and tongues harder, tasting fresh slick every time her fingers pull out and push back in. Peaches comes first, a short sharp cry, thighs shaking around Elexis’s ears. Elexis keeps licking her through it, slow now, until the spasms fade. She pulls her mouth away, lips glossy, then climbs up and kisses Peaches open-mouthed so she can taste herself. Peaches’s hand finds Elexis’s cunt, rubs her swollen clit in tight circles until Elexis grinds down hard and finishes, thighs trembling, breath hot against Peaches’s neck.