Anastasija
Some girl talk on the patio
Anastasija falls back into her lover's arms. The Czech girl's skin meets warm hands, and her back arches as fingers slide down her ribs. Their mouths find each other, tongues moving slow and deep. The lover's thigh presses between her legs, and Anastasija grinds down, hips rolling with purpose. Sweat clings to their bodies as the lover cups her breast, thumb circling the tight nipple until it stiffens. Anastasija gasps, legs parting wider, letting the other woman slide two fingers inside her. The wet sound fills the air. She rocks against the hand, taking it deeper, her clit dragging across the palm. Their bodies lock together, skin sliding on skin, until Anastasija shudders and comes with a sharp cry.
Anastasija falls back into her lover's arms. The Czech girl's skin meets warm hands, and her back arches as fingers slide down her ribs. Their mouths find each other, tongues moving slow and deep. The lover's thigh presses between her legs, and Anastasija grinds down, hips rolling with purpose. Sweat clings to their bodies as the lover cups her breast, thumb circling the tight nipple until it stiffens. Anastasija gasps, legs parting wider, letting the other woman slide two fingers inside her. The wet sound fills the air. She rocks against the hand, taking it deeper, her clit dragging across the palm. Their bodies lock together, skin sliding on skin, until Anastasija shudders and comes with a sharp cry.