Bombastic blondes

Clara and I, both blondes with bodies built to ruin good intentions. We moved through the room in lingerie that barely deserved the name. She bent over the couch and the curve of her ass caught the light, full and shameless. I dropped to my knees behind her, ran my tongue along the lace, then pulled it aside. She tasted sweet and warm. Her hips rolled back against my mouth without any instruction. I slid two fingers inside her, slow at first, then harder when she started to moan. She reached back, grabbed my hair, pulled me deeper. The room smelled like perfume and skin. When she came, she stayed bent over, legs shaking, ass still pushed out like she wanted more. I stood, pressed my body to hers, and we kissed with the kind of hunger that makes you forget whose turn it is.