Budapest #05

Two women in a Budapest hotel room make the bed a lot hotter than most people intend when they share it. Sandra Shine runs her tongue along Vera's thigh slow and deliberate, like she's got nowhere to be. Vera's breathing turns ragged fast, her fingers twisting in silk sheets that catch the city light through half-drawn curtains. Sandra knows exactly where to put her mouth, what pressure makes Vera's hips lift off the mattress. She works her with steady purpose, then breaks rhythm just enough to keep her guessing. Vera comes hard against her tongue, mouth open but no sound escaping. After, Sandra rests her cheek on Vera's belly while they both catch their breath, the same expensive sheets now damp and twisted around their legs.