Backstage of Staircase sex

The blonde leans back on the cold marble steps, legs spread wide. Her friend presses close between her thighs, tongue sliding over slick folds while fingers work deeper. Short breaths, wet sounds. She keeps going, slow then harder, the brunette’s mouth never leaving her. Each step pulls another moan from the blonde’s throat. Up they move, higher, the rail shaking under her grip. By the time they reach the top, her whole body trembles, thighs locked around that hungry tongue.