Backstage of Chocolate brownie

Aletta waits backstage in just a tight top and nothing else. Her blonde hair falls loose over one shoulder. She plays with the hem of her shirt, restless, wanting something new. When Jamaica steps close, her eyes drop straight to his cock. She drops to her knees without a word. Her pale fingers wrap around the dark shaft, eager and hungry. She takes him into her mouth, lips stretching wide, working every inch like she’s starving for the taste. Her tongue slides along the underside, slow at first, then faster, wet and steady. She moans around him, breath hot and thick, blonde locks brushing his thighs. Jamaica stands still, letting her explore. Aletta pushes deeper, throat opening, spit glistening down her chin. She doesn’t rush. Every lick, every soft suck, says she wants to feel it all. By the time she pulls back for air, strings of saliva stretch from her lips to him, shining in the low light.