Backstage with Eve Angel

I hated ditching that thick pullover in the cold room. My nipples tightened the second it came off. Eve Angel stood there already stripped, a cocky grin on her face, brown hair falling over her tits. She grabbed my hips, spun me around and pressed my bare back to the icy wall. Her tongue slid straight into my mouth, hot and hungry. Two fingers found my pussy and pushed in without warning. I gasped, the chill forgotten as she pumped fast and deep. Eve dropped to her knees, spread my thighs and sucked my clit like she meant to bruise it. Blonde hair swinging, I clutched her head and rode her mouth until my knees shook. Every lick sent sparks straight to my cunt. She stood up, shoved two wet fingers between my lips so I could taste myself, then bent me over the makeup table. She slid a thick strap-on between my folds and buried it in one thrust. I cried out. She fucked me hard and steady, skin slapping, breasts pressed to my back, her breath hot on my neck. When I came, my whole body went tight and quivering. Eve pulled out, spun me around, and kissed me slow, letting me taste how good I’d been for her. Afterward we lay there, legs tangled, sweaty and laughing, already planning the next time we’d sneak off together.