Backstage with Nikita

I arrived early to pick up Nikita. She's new. Blond. Talkative. The whole ride to the set she never stopped talking, words tumbling out of her like she had a quota to fill. I wondered if that tongue moved as fast when it wasn't forming sentences. Backstage she finally ran out of steam and I got my answer. She pushed me against the vanity, peeled my jeans open, and dragged that quick tongue straight between my legs. No hesitation. Just a hot, wet glide and a soft moan against my skin. I grabbed her hair, pulled her closer. She took the hint, licked harder, faster, until my knees buckled against the makeup counter. The brunette in the mirror watched us, legs spread, skirt shoved up, blonde head working between them like she was starving. Nikita slipped two fingers inside me while her tongue stayed busy on my clit. She curled them just right, and I came with my fist in her hair and her name on my lips. She looked up, mouth shiny, and grinned like she knew she'd won. I flipped her onto the chair, tugged her panties aside, and returned the favor. She tasted sweet and clean. I licked her slow at first, then faster when she started whimpering. Her thighs trembled. She came with a sharp cry and a gush against my tongue. We stayed like that a minute, breathing hard, legs tangled. Then Nikita laughed, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and asked if we had time for round two before the camera crew arrived.