Your pussy tastes better

Katalin never touched her meal. The moment she saw Antonya moving between tables, she knew her tongue had other plans. She caught the brunette’s eye, held it, then slid her thigh a little higher under the crisp white cloth. Antonya took the hint. Minutes later the dining room was locked, the lights low, and Katalin’s dress was pushed up to her ribs. Antonya’s mouth found her first. She sucked slowly, tongue flicking, savoring the wet heat like a second course. Katalin moaned, fingers buried in the dark hair, hips lifting to press harder against that eager tongue. When Antonya pulled back for air, Katalin spun her around, laid her out across the empty plates, and returned the favor. She licked long, deliberate strokes over the shaved lips, then sucked the swollen clit until Antonya’s hips bucked and her cries echoed off the velvet walls. They traded places again, Katalin on her back this time, legs spread wide on the polished wood. Antonya climbed over her, lowering her cunt to Katalin’s waiting mouth while she leaned forward to taste her again. Their bodies rocked in lazy rhythm, tongues sliding deep, the sharp click of heels long forgotten. Every wet sound, every soft gasp, filled the empty restaurant until both women trembled and came hard, juices slick on their chins, the tablecloth twisted beneath them.