Backstage with Abbie Cat

Sophie and Abbie skip small talk. They strip fast. Abbie pins Sophie on her back, spreads her thighs, and buries her tongue between her wet folds. Sophie moans, grabs a fistful of blonde hair, and grinds against that hungry mouth. A second later she flips Abbie, brown hair falling over pale tits, and she sucks Abbie's clit until the blonde arches and shakes. They trade places again, fingers sliding in—first two, then three—stretching tight, dripping pussy while the other girl watches, lips parted. Four fingers push deep; knuckles disappear; both of them moan at the sight. They keep going, tongues and hands swapping, until the couch is slick and their legs are trembling.