Backstage of Shaken, not stirred

Judith Fox has that flaming hair that catches every light, and when she pushes Frank Mayor against the backstage wall, you can see why they keep finding each other. She gets his belt undone with quick, impatient fingers. Her dress is already half unzipped, and the red lace of her bra cups her tits like a promise about to be broken. Frank’s mouth finds the side of her throat while his hand slides down the curve of her ass, bunching the thin fabric higher until pale skin shows. She moans into his kiss and tugs his cock free, stroking him once, slow and sure, before she turns, bends at the waist, and offers herself. The camera catches the exact moment he spreads her, works the tight ring open, and sinks into her ass. Her fingers grip the edge of a makeup table; her breath comes in short, sharp sounds every time he drives deeper. They stay locked like that—slow, hard, filthy—until Frank pulls out and she spins, drops to her knees, and takes him into her mouth, tasting both of them on his skin. He holds her head, thumbs brushing her temples, and fucks her throat until she’s flushed and gasping. The two of them move like they already know every angle that gets them off, and they use all of them before the scene even really begins.