Backstage with Ioana & Erica Fontes

Erica Fontes bends at the waist to set the bowl on the floor, and Zenza steps through the doorway just in time to see everything. Her skirt rides high, panties nowhere in sight, and the sight stops him cold. He watches the soft cleft of her pussy and the smooth curve of her ass. One thing is clear: this house has another cat that needs tending. The thought barely forms before Ioana’s key scrapes in the lock. She catches them exactly like that—Erica still bent, Zenza staring—and the air changes. Ioana shuts the door, crosses the room, and her hand slides over Erica’s bare hip. Her other palm finds Zenza’s belt. She doesn’t ask. She simply guides both of them deeper into the afternoon.