Czech memories

Last morning in Prague. Sunshine slides across Zoe's bare hip, her laugh filling the tiny flat. Tereza strips the sheets off the mattress like she's in a hurry. She isn't. I'm on my back, cock already hard, and Zoe drops onto me without warning. The heat swallows me whole; she grinds slow, eyes half-closed, the ring in her navel catching light. Tereza kneels at my head, spreads her thighs over my mouth. She tastes sweet and a little salty, a thumb tracing my jaw while I lick. Zoe's cunt tightens around me every time she rolls her hips. Tereza rocks against my tongue, wet and quiet, fingers buried in my hair. When she comes she stiffens, breath stuttering, and Zoe takes that as a signal to move faster. Her tits bounce, sweat shining at her collarbones. The mattress creaks. Neither of them plans to stop any time soon.