Private party

Last day in Prague, I had a plan. A going-away gift for the women I'd met that week. Clothes came off in slow pieces while their eyes widened. They expected a laugh, not a show. Then four pairs of hands replaced words. One woman pressed me against the hotel table, her mouth greedy. Fingers slid between my thighs, slick already. We fucked unhurried. Two mouths on each breast, a tongue fucking my cunt while someone held my hips open. Someone else laughed low, fingers twisting inside me with patient appetite. Nothing awkward, just the wet sound of tongues meeting skin and the taste of strangers who had decided to celebrate together.