Foreign Customs, Foreign Tongues

An excerpt from Foreign Customs, Foreign Tongues

Cheryl stood at the balcony, taking in the view of Paris, letting the cool Parisian evening wash over her naked body. Inside, glasses clinked and a cork popped. The weary girl left the rail and parted the curtain.

At the foot of the bed, Amy sat, naked but for her undershirt, with her legs parted, rubbing the bottle of wine slowly against her crotch. A naughty look played across her pretty face. Wordlessly, Cheryl went to her on her hands and knees and took the glass of wine she offered. She drank it and kissed her friend's soft inner thigh, leaving wet kisses on her warm flesh.

The figure on the bed stirred. Slowly, Colette pushed back the covers and brushed back her tousled hair. "J'ai faim," she said.

So was Cheryl, but not for cheese or croissants. She gently suckled at Amy's wet pussy, smearing wine and sex over her face. Amy's moans rose slightly and she set the wine aside so she could pull off her undershirt.

Colette's slender arms encircled her, played with her young breasts. "Je veux manger aussi," she whispered, and she crawled down to the floor beside Cheryl to share the Sapphic feast.

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