Blonde babes

Two blondes from my last trip through Prague. They couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. I asked them back the second we reached the apartment, and neither one hesitated. Petruska sank her tongue between Zuzana’s already glistening folds, sucking in slow, greedy pulls while Zuzana arched, rolling her hips up to feed more of herself into that hungry mouth. Sweat glazed their skin. The low lamplight showed every trembling muscle—inner thighs tight, toes curling in the sheets. Zuzana’s breath hitched, went sharp. She found Petruska’s clit with two precise fingers and rolled it in the same rhythm, dragging slick circles that left Petruska gasping against her cunt. A sharp cry, then a choked laugh. They tasted each other until the sheets were wet under them and both mouths were swollen, shining, and still hungry.