Backstage of Perfect girlfriend

Simony’s body caught the light like cut glass. Blonde hair swept across her shoulders while the brunette beside her stayed perfectly still, watching. They weren’t filming yet. Backstage, the tension was already thick. She dropped to her knees without being asked. Her mouth opened, slow and certain, and her lips slid down around him. Her tongue pressed flat against the shaft as she took him deeper, breath steady, eyes half-lidded. The other girl’s fingers grazed Simony’s spine, tracing each vertebra like she was counting secrets. Simony moaned softly around the length in her mouth, the sound muffled and warm. Her throat flexed, taking more. Every motion was deliberate. Every sound was hers. Nothing rushed. Just heat, breath, and the slow drag of her mouth pulling him closer to the edge.