Lesbians having hard orgasms in the kitchen with their morning espresso

The steam rising from the espresso machine added to the sensual fog swirling around the two women, Eva and Katarina, as they stood side by side in the kitchen. It was a typical morning, but with an unmistakable air of eroticism.

Eva, the blonder of the two Czech-Hungarian beauties, had a body that was like a delicacy – petite, yet with curves in all the right places. Her perky, natural breasts strained against the thin fabric of her towel, while her toned legs seemed to go on for miles beneath the short robe she wore. Her silky locks fell in loose waves around her face, drawing attention to her full lips, which were curved in a mischievous smile.

Katarina, on the other hand, possessed a body that was the epitome of bounty – an ample rump that begged to be squeezed and more than a handful of lush, natural breasts. Her tussled black hair and smoldering gaze added to her allure, making her seem like a vixen on the prowl.

As they waited for their coffee to be ready, Eva reached out and trailed a delicate finger along Katarina’s bare shoulder, delighting in the smoothness of her skin. Katarina mirrored the gesture, her hand gliding over Eva’s waist and coming to rest on her hip. The air between them seemed to vibrate with tension, all while the espresso machine continued to gurgle away, oblivious to the passion that was about to unfold.

Without warning, Eva leaned in and captured Katarina’s lips in a searing kiss. It was a clash of lips and teeth and tongues, a desperate collision of two bodies that wanted nothing more than to devour each other. Katarina’s hands found their way into Eva’s hair, gripping the silken strands as if she was afraid the blonde might disappear.

The espresso machine chose that moment to stop brewing, its shrill scream piercing the air. But neither woman paid it any attention. They were too lost in each other, too wrapped up in the feel of skin on skin and the taste of coffee on each other’s tongues.

Slowly, they made their way over to the kitchen table, leaving a trail of clothing in their wake. Eva’s towel hit the floor first, revealing her flawless body to Katarina’s hungry gaze. Katarina’s robe soon followed, her lush curves on full display.

They came together on the table, a tangle of limbs and entwined bodies. Eva leaned back on one hand, her other hand busy at work between Katarina’s thighs. Katarina gasped as Eva’s fingers found their mark, the blonde’s touch skilled and teasing.

Eva’s hand moved in a steady rhythm, her fingers sliding in and out of Katarina’s wet heat. Katarina’s hips bucked against Eva’s hand, greedy for more. Eva obliged, adding a second finger and curling them just right.

At the same time, Katarina’s own hands were busy, cupping and kneading Eva’s breasts. She rolled Eva’s nipples between her fingertips, tugging on them just hard enough to draw a moan from Eva’s lips.

The kitchen filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the wet, obscene noises of Eva’s fingers sliding in and out of Katarina’s pussy. The table creaked beneath their writhing bodies, the wood a poor substitute for the hard, unforgiving surface their bodies craved.

Eva could feel her own arousal growing, her clit throbbing with each moan that fell from Katarina’s lips. She wanted, no, needed to taste her lover. Withdrawing her hand from between Katarina’s thighs, she pushed the other woman gently onto her back.

Katarina looked up at Eva with lidded eyes, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Eva gave her a wicked grin before settling between her thighs. The first touch of Eva’s tongue to her sensitive flesh had Katarina arching off the table, a scream of pleasure tearing from her throat.

Eva ate her out like a woman starved, her tongue delving into every nook and cranny of Katarina’s pussy. She sucked and licked and nipped at her clit, driving Katarina higher and higher. The sounds coming from the table reached a fever pitch, the air thick with the scent of sex and coffee.

Katarina could feel her orgasm approaching, a tightening in her belly that promised all-consuming pleasure. But she didn’t want to come alone. Reaching down, she grabbed Eva’s hair and pulled her up for a kiss.

Eva obliged, her tongue tangling with Katarina’s as her fingers once again found that sweet spot inside her. They rocked against each other, their bodies moving in perfect sync.

Together they fell over the edge, their bodies shaking and quivering with the force of their shared orgasm. Eva collapsed on top of Katarina, both women panting and boneless in the aftermath.

As they laid there, basking in the afterglow, Eva reached over and snatched up the now cold espresso. She took a sip, humming in satisfaction at the bitter taste on her tongue.

“Well, that was one hell of a morning pick-me-up,” Eva said with a smirk.

Katarina laughed, the sound husky and sated. “I’ll say. Maybe we should make espresso our first order of business every morning.”

Eva grinned and stole another sip of the coffee before handing it to Katarina, her eyes twinkling with mischief and promise. “Deal. But maybe next time, we can skip the table and move straight to the bedroom.”

Katarina took a sip of the coffee, a broad smile on her face as she looked at the woman beside her. “Sounds like a plan to me. But until then, I think we both could use a shower.”

And with that, the two women disentangled themselves from each other and made their way to the bathroom, their bodies still glistening with sweat and their hearts full of love and lust.