Czech this out!

The girls met me at the airport like they'd been waiting their whole lives. Something about Czech water makes them this beautiful. Veronika bent for me before the bags were even down from the luggage carousel. Her ass was tight, round, shameless under that thin dress. Jennifer took her time. She had her tongue buried in me ten minutes later, steady and hungry, never asking. I left the country with two very different souvenirs—one I could hold, one that still made my legs shake three days later.