Backstage with Anetta Keys

Anetta Keys stepped out of the pool with goosebumps rising on her bare skin. Water dripped down her breasts and beaded on her nipples. I was waiting backstage, hard already, and she noticed. She smiled, sank to her knees, and took me in her mouth. Her tongue worked slow circles around the head while her hand stroked the shaft. I grabbed her wet hair and pushed deeper. She gagged once, then relaxed her throat and let me slide in farther. A brunette friend appeared from the side door, still in heels and a thin robe. She watched Anetta sucking me, then dropped the robe. She knelt beside her and they took turns, lips meeting around my cock, tongues touching. Anetta stood, turned, and bent over the makeup table. I slid into her from behind while the brunette licked my balls and fingered herself. Anetta pushed back hard, moaning. I pulled out and came across her ass and lower back. The brunette licked it off her skin, then kissed Anetta with my cum still on her tongue.