Backstage with Bambi

I adored the fresh blonde on Bambi and wanted her back in front of my lens. Outdoor bikini shots, light bouncing off golden strands and tanned skin, exactly what I had in mind. We finished filming just as the clouds rolled in, heavy and sudden, forcing us under cover. Inside the empty studio, still in those tiny bikinis, the mood shifted fast. She stepped close, fingertips brushing the ties at my hips, and kissed me with a slow, open hunger. My hand slid between her thighs, sliding the damp fabric aside so I could stroke her smooth, bare pussy until she was trembling. Clothes came off in quick tugs; we dropped to the couch, bodies tangled. Her tongue moved between my legs, licking in long, steady strokes, while her fingers pushed inside me, curling and teasing. I pulled her onto my face, sucking at her clit, tasting the sweet heat of a girl who hadn’t cooled down since the last shot. When she came, her hips bucked against my mouth, blonde hair wild around her shoulders, and I followed moments later, shuddering under her skilled tongue. We stayed there, breathing hard, skin flushed, rain hammering the roof above us.