Backstage of Boob fun

Lora pulls me in the moment I arrive. The door clicks shut. We shed everything fast, skin meeting skin. Our tits press tight, round and heavy, rubbing slow until her breath stutters. She gets wet fast. I feel it on her thighs. I slip two fingers inside, moving the way she loves—deep, steady, curling just right. She moans and grinds down, greedy for every stroke. This is what keeps me coming back: how fast her body opens for me, how fast she comes on my hand.