Backstage with Hope

Hope and I spend a lot of time together these days. Friends first, co-stars second. Today the camera caught us backstage, just us. I slid my fingers between her thighs, testing how far they’d open. Her pussy took my fist without resistance—warm, tight at the knuckles, then giving way in one long, wet pull. She arched, breath hitching, and I kept working my hand in slow, steady circles until she came in soft, shivering waves. Afterward we talked about finding her a new place and promised to keep seeing each other when the cameras shut off.