Backstage with Lepidoptera & Nina

Nina and Lepidoptera were never chasing pockets. They only came for the cue—long, smooth, hard. After two missed shots Nina admitted it: she hated the game. Lepidoptera smiled, chalk dust on her fingers, and confessed the same. The table went quiet. They turned to the real game they’d been aching to play. Nina dropped to her knees first. She kissed the thick shaft, tongue tracing every vein until spit ran down her chin. Lepidoptera watched, already bare from the waist down, blonde hair brushing her nipples. Nina rose, spun her around, and eased that rigid length between her cheeks. Lepidoptera moaned loud when the head popped past her tight ring. Inch by inch the brunette fed it deeper, hips snapping in a steady rhythm that made the younger girl’s ass ripple. Then they switched. Lepidoptera climbed onto the green felt, legs spread wide, pussy glistening. Nina angled the tip against her soaked lips and shoved in hard, bottoming out on the first thrust. Wet sounds filled the room as she pounded her open. Suddenly Nina pulled out, aimed lower, and drove straight into her ass. Lepidoptera arched, cried out, and a sharp jet of clear fluid sprayed across Nina’s stomach. She kept thrusting—deep, deliberate—while the blonde kept squirting in hot little bursts until the felt beneath them was soaked. Two girls. One thick, relentless toy. Nothing left to play but each other.