Best friends

These Russian girls arrived in Europe hungry for cock, all laughter and bare legs as they checked into the villa. My friend and I waited downstairs until the door clicked and heels crossed tile—then two mouths found us, lipstick fresh from the plane. She dropped to her knees first, greedy, sliding her warm hand around me while her friend watched. She took the head deep, tongue flicking the ridge, saliva slicking her fingers as she pumped. Her friend leaned in, licking at the shaft when space opened, lips meeting around the crown, trading wet kisses that left us glistening. "Get on your hands and knees," I said. They obeyed—ass up, pale cheeks spread. Her friend pressed close, tits brushing her back, fingers parting her to take me first. Slick heat gripped tight as I sank in; the other girl’s hand reached between her friend’s thighs, teasing where we joined, until I pulled out and she replaced me, licking me clean before swallowing the next stroke. We took turns. One of us thrusting until thighs trembled, then switching so the other felt the same greedy cunt clenching. Spit and slick glistened on skin; every time one came, her friend kissed her through it, mouth open, tasting salt and skin, always ready to crawl closer for another shared load.