My lesbian girlfriend

I’d been eyeing Katalin from the first moment she walked into that bar. Young, blonde, all heat and that quiet confidence that made the air thicker. When she said yes to coming back with me, I knew exactly what was about to happen. She didn’t waste time. The second the door clicked shut she pressed close, lips already on mine, tasting like the sweet cocktail she’d just finished. Her hands slid under my shirt, quick and sure. I wasn’t in charge here. Katalin wanted this, and she was going to have it. Clothes hit the floor in a messy heap. I backed onto the bed and she followed, knee between my thighs, mouth on my neck, then lower. She knew what she wanted. She spread me open and buried her face between my legs, tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that made my back arch. Every sound I made only pushed her harder. I pulled her up, flipped her onto her back, and took my turn. Her skin flushed under my mouth as I worked her open, sucking on her clit until her thighs shook around my head. She tasted sweet, young, and greedy for it. I slipped two fingers inside and she came hard, gasping my name like she’d been holding it in all night. We didn’t stop there. We kept going, switching places, trading control, bodies slick and moving together until we both collapsed, spent and smiling. Blonde hair tangled across my pillow. Brunette strands stuck to my skin. Two women who knew exactly what they wanted and didn’t hold back a single moment of it.