Sandy loves Kylie

Sandy had watched Kylie for months. When she learned the girl was in Budapest, she moved fast. A friend set the meeting. Once the three of them were together, Sandy asked him to step out. He shut the door, and the two blondes were left with nothing between them but skin and silence. Kylie turned. Her ass was full and round, the curve of it tight under teen-soft skin. Sandy stepped closer, hands finding that swell. She squeezed, felt the give, then the heat. Kylie leaned back into her grip. Their mouths met, slow at first, then wetter, tongues sliding. Sandy’s fingers slid lower, parting Kylie’s cheeks, finding her already slick. She pressed in. Kylie pushed back, breath catching. They moved together, slow and greedy, each touch turning hotter. Blonde hair mixed on the sheets. The room filled with soft, wet sounds. Sandy’s mouth followed her hand, tasting what her fingers had opened. Kylie moaned, legs spreading wider, hips rolling. They took their time, but they took everything.