Private party
2006·19 min·91% liked·10.2K Views
Tonight’s my last night in the Czech Republic, so I plan to leave an impression. I tell my two new friends to sit back and enjoy. They watch, wide-eyed, as I peel the straps from my shoulders. My dress falls in a whisper. I’m naked underneath. Blonde hair spills over my breasts as I sway closer, hips rolling in time with the low music. A brunette on the couch bites her lip; the other girl’s stare has already dropped between my thighs.
I step in, straddle the first one, and cup her cheek. She kisses me back hard, tongue seeking, and her hands find my tits, squeezing, thumbs circling my nipples until they tighten. Behind me, the second girl leans in, lips dragging up my spine, palms cupping my ass. Clothes hit the floor in quick succession—jeans kicked away, lacy panties yanked aside.
Fingers slide between slick folds. I drop to my knees, press my mouth to smooth, bare skin, and taste the sweet heat of a girl who shivers the second my tongue flicks her clit. The other friend kneels beside me, reaching around to pinch and tug my nipples. My moan vibrates against the pussy in front of me. She pushes her hips up, needy. I lick deeper, then glance up; the second girl has already worked two fingers inside herself, eyes locked on the view.
We shift onto the couch, bodies tangled. One girl climbs over my face, lowers herself onto my waiting mouth while the other settles between my spread legs. Her tongue parts me, slow and deliberate, then faster as I suck and lick the dripping cunt riding my face. Breasts press together, heavy and soft, nipples brushing, slick with sweat. Moans fill the room—short, sharp, overlapping.
I come first, thighs shaking around the mouth that won’t stop licking. My cries push the girl above me over the edge; she grinds down hard, flooding my tongue. The last one finishes with her fingers buried deep and my name on her lips.
Three of us collapse in a warm, sticky heap. Heartbeats slow. Outside, the city keeps moving, but in here the only sound is soft breathing and the occasional lazy kiss.
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