Backstage with Sabrina Sweet

Her butterfly tattoo caught my eye on set. I wanted her right then. Young, fresh, wet for it. I rang her the same day. She shows up in nothing but perfume. Blonde hair pulled tight, mouth already parted like she’s been thinking about this. I pull her close and taste her tongue first. Sweet. Then I get her on her back, legs open, and lick straight between them. She tastes better than she looks. Her clit swells fast under my tongue. Two fingers slide in easy—she’s dripping before I even curl them. She comes once like that, hips jerking, breath catching. I don’t stop. I want her loud. She grabs my hair and grinds down, chasing it again. When she breaks the second time she’s shaking, thighs clamped around my head. I flip her. Face down, ass up. I eat her from behind, tongue fucking her open while my thumb rubs her clit. She pushes back, greedy. I slide two fingers into her again and work her until her voice cracks. She wants my mouth on her tits next. I suck each nipple hard, bite just enough to make her gasp, then drop lower again. She spreads wider. I give her three fingers this time and tongue her clit until she comes so hard she stops breathing for a second. When she finally touches me back, she’s clumsy with want. I straddle her face and ride her tongue, slow at first, then faster. Her fingers dig into my thighs. I grind until I finish on her mouth, soaking her chin. We end up tangled, sweaty, laughing soft. She’s still trembling. I kiss the butterfly on her hip and tell her we’re not done yet.