Few words were spoken between the two women, and indeed few were called for. Only the rustle of clothing, impatient moans of anticipated pleasure and the quickening of breath were the only sounds. Upon an upholstered divan at the foot of the bed, Varinka undressed Rebecca, discarding her heels and pulling off her dress.<br/><br/>There lie Rebecca on the divan in just her silver thong, biting her lip, kneading her own breasts watching Varinka undressing before her. Silhouetted against the view of the window, the evening lights of the Kremlin shining, the sexy Russian woman disrobed.<br/><em><br/>Oh god she's hot...damn I'm wet for her...</em><br/><br/>Varinka joined Rebecca on the divan, lying over her. The women kissed hotly, the Russian's voluptuous figure pressed upon Rebecca's own. Varinka's wintry coloring contrasted nicely against Rebecca's sun browned skin. Varinka's hair played in her face as the the two kissed deeply. Their hands moved over each others breasts, finding their nipples, teasing and tugging temptingly. Rebecca's mouth found the temptress's nipple, her tongue dancing around its perimeter and flicking across the nub of flesh.<br/><br/>As Varinka suckled at Rebecca's excited nipples she wrapped a leg around the woman's thigh and rubbed up against her, finding pleasure in the friction, her wetness soaking through her flimsy thong.<br/><br/>"Oh fuck...damn, oh damn," swore Rebecca, the heightened pleasure and excitement drawing forth the lusty curses.