Backstage with Ivana Sugar

Ivana Sugar stretches out on the backstage couch, already restless. Alone and aching, she calls a new guy over—someone fresh, someone she hasn't worn out yet. He walks in and she's on him in seconds, pulling him close, guiding his hands exactly where she wants them. She moves fast, impatient, riding his fingers until her thighs start to shake. Then she slides down, takes him in her mouth, works him hard and wet until he's straining. But it's her release she's chasing. She climbs on top, sinks down, grinds slow at first, then harder, chasing that tight, deep rhythm until her back arches and she comes hard, moaning loud and unrestrained. Still catching her breath, she reaches for him again—this time to finish him off, stroking and sucking until he finishes across her tongue. She swallows with a smile, already thinking about who she'll call next.