Backstage fun

Backstage, Sandy and Nikki Sun waste no time. Blonde hair falls across flushed skin as they press close, the camera still warm from the last shot. Nikki's ass, full and round, fills her hands; she squeezes, draws a low moan from Sandy. Their mouths meet, tongues slow and wet, while fingers slide under soft fabric, finding heat and slick. Sandy drops to her knees on the dressing-room floor. She parts Nikki with gentle thumbs, tastes her in long, deliberate strokes. Nikki's hips roll, greedy for more, until she pulls Sandy up, spins her, bends her over the makeup table. She parts Sandy's thighs, works two fingers deep, then three, curling until Sandy's breath breaks into short, sharp gasps. Bodies move, sweat beads, and every touch says they still aren't finished.