Backstage of Elegant extasy

The dressing room held two young blondes who were supposed to be leaving. Regina stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the thin straps of her dress. Her friend watched from the couch, eyes fixed on the slow movement of fabric over skin. One step closer and fingers traced the line of her back. The dress slipped off one shoulder. Regina turned, meeting her mouth with an open kiss that grew deeper. Hands slid down to cup her ass. The other blonde dropped to her knees, pulling the hem of the dress higher, lips brushing the inside of a thigh. Regina braced herself on the vanity. Her panties were pulled aside, tongue meeting wet flesh in slow strokes. A soft moan filled the room. She rocked her hips forward. Then the door clicked open. A man walked in, stopping when he saw them. Regina met his gaze, lips parted, while her friend's tongue kept working between her legs. He stepped closer. Regina reached for his belt. She freed him, took him into her mouth, tongue working over the head. Her friend stood, undid the man's shirt, pressed her body against his back. He thrust into Regina's mouth. The three of them moved together, hands and mouths finding new places. The other blonde straddled his thigh, grinding against him. He bent Regina over the vanity, slid into her from behind. Her friend kissed her while his cock moved in and out. He pulled out, guided Regina's friend onto the couch, spread her legs and entered her. Regina straddled her face, letting her tongue work while she watched his cock disappear into the other girl. They switched again. He lay back, Regina rode him while her friend sat on his face. Their bodies moved faster. Sweat gathered on skin. Regina came first, shaking above him, followed by her friend grinding down harder on his tongue. He finished last, pulling out to finish across Regina's stomach. They stayed close, breathing heavy, the cinema long forgotten.