Backstage of Promise of passion

Aisha sits at the backstage mirror in nothing but white lace. She runs her hand across her breast, feeling her nipple stiffen beneath the fabric. The door opens and Eve steps in wearing black stockings and a bra that barely contains her. Eve walks straight over and kisses Aisha hard. Her tongue pushes past soft lips. Aisha tastes her for the first time, hands sliding up Eve's thighs until they find the bare skin above the stocking tops. Eve pulls back, reaches behind Aisha and unhooks the bra. The lace slips down. Eve takes a pale nipple into her mouth, sucking gently then harder. Aisha's breath catches. Her hips shift on the stool. Eve stands, slides her own bra off. Her breasts hang heavy above Aisha's face. Aisha leans in, lips parting around one dark nipple. She sucks slow, tongue circling. Eve's fingers tighten in her hair. They move to the couch. Eve pushes Aisha down, spreads her legs wide. The white thong is already damp. Eve peels it off, runs two fingers through the wet slit, then pushes them inside. Aisha moans, hips lifting to meet each thrust. Eve leans down and licks her. Slow at first, then faster, tongue working the swollen clit while her fingers stay deep. Aisha's legs start to shake. She grabs the cushion, knuckles white. Eve pulls back just long enough to slip out of her panties. She climbs over Aisha, lines up their bodies, and grinds. Wet against wet. Clit against clit. Both women move together, faster now, breath ragged. Aisha comes first, mouth open, sound caught in her throat. Eve keeps grinding until she follows, collapsing over her.