Budapest #06

Shot in a Budapest flat. Their friends leave for dinner. Cindy and Elexis shut the door behind them, eyes locking. No words. They cross the hallway and push open the bedroom door, already tearing at each other. Elexis shoves Cindy onto the mattress and yanks her dress over her head. She spreads Cindy’s thighs, slides two fingers straight in and curls them hard. Cindy’s back arches; a low, wet sound fills the quiet room. Clothes land on the floor in soft thuds. Elexis leans in, tongue moving in slow, greedy strokes until Cindy grips the sheets and comes with a broken cry. They switch. Cindy pushes Elexis facedown, pins her wrists, and works her open with a firm, pumping hand. Sweat gleams on their skin under the low light. Moans rise and fall in rhythm, sharp then soft, until both lie spent, breath slowing, bodies still tangled on the rumpled sheets.