Backstage with Angel Rivas

The bar emptied hours ago. Angel Rivas and David wipe down the last sticky counters, but the air between them keeps getting heavier. He drops the rag, palms her ass through the little dress, and lifts her onto the counter. Fabric peels away. She spreads, already wet, and he sinks his tongue straight between her thighs. Every lick makes her hips jump. Her soft, hungry sounds echo through the empty room. Leslie stirs on the couch where he dozed off, cock hardening fast at the sight. He stands, walks over, and Angel opens her mouth for him without hesitation. David straightens, frees his own shaft, and pushes inside her. Leslie follows a heartbeat later, sliding into her other opening with one steady thrust. She rocks between them, blonde hair swinging, taking both men at once, the three of them filling the darkened bar with wet, rhythmic sounds until every last bit of tension is gone.