Backstage with Blue Angel

She walks in like she owns the space—Blue Angel, slim as a whip, all tight skin and bright eyes. Two guys wait for her in the wings. She starts with her mouth, taking them one at a time, saliva shining along the shafts. Then she turns, spreads, and feels the first slow push past her rim, careful but unstoppable. She gasps, works back, gets used to the stretch. After a minute she nods and the second guy slides underneath. They settle into rhythm: one deep in her ass, the other in her pussy, trading the tempo until she’s riding hard. When she slips off and drops back to her knees they both finish across her open lips and flushed cheeks. She swallows, grins, and licks what she missed.