Backstage of My blade

Frank stepped into the studio with Suzie Carina already waiting, blonde hair catching the light like warm silk. She smiled, small and sharp, then pulled him close. Their mouths met, slow at first, tasting each other. Her tongue slid against his, wet and teasing. Clothes came off without ceremony, fabric falling in soft heaps at their feet. Suzie dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth, sucking him deep, cheeks hollowing with every stroke. Frank groaned, hand buried in her hair. When he lifted her onto the low table, he bent her forward, spreading her open. He pressed the head of his cock to her ass and eased inside, inch by careful inch. Suzie gasped, fingers gripping the edge. Frank started to thrust, steady and firm, the sound of skin meeting skin loud in the quiet room. She pushed back to meet him, hungry for more. He reached around, finding her clit, rubbing it in quick circles. Her moans grew sharp. He kept fucking her ass, hips snapping, sweat glistening on both of them. Suzie came first, body shaking, then Frank followed, burying himself deep as he spilled inside her.