Backstage of Derriere date

Tiffany Rousso, the blonde teen, steps into the room and begins prepping. She knows what's coming next. A redhead appears at her side, calm but hungry. They strip down without ceremony. Tiffany drops to her knees first, lips wrapped tight around the shaft in front of her. Her tongue works with real focus, saliva dripping onto her chin. She doesn't rush. She wants to get him wet enough. The redhead watches, fingers already moving between her own legs. When the moment's right, Tiffany turns around and presents herself. Slow pushes, steady pressure, and then she takes it. Her face tightens, then softens. The stretch is real, the feeling new. She breathes through it, eyes locked on the floor until her body adjusts. Each thrust lands deeper than the last. The redhead moves in close, strokes Tiffany's hair, whispers something filthy that makes the blonde smile through it all. The pace stays measured, but the heat builds. Tiffany's moans grow louder, legs shaking. She came here to learn and she's learning fast.