Backstage of Pure pleasure

Nothing on the tube worth watching. The only thing that mattered was each other. Gina reached for me, fingers confident, lips already parted. My girlfriend guided the moment, and I let her lead. She taught me the slow slide of anal, how a single touch there could tighten everything else. When the second cock pressed in beside the first, I took both. The stretch burned sweetly, fullness pushing every nerve to the edge. Blonde hair brushed my thighs, heavy breasts pressed against my back, and the room shrank to heat, breath, and the slick rhythm we built together.