Backstage with Cathy Heaven

Cathy works hard, but she keeps her own counsel. She runs the union her way and tells the boss exactly where he can shove it. Nick hears her out, then barks right back. They’re both grown. They settle every clash the same way: behind the heavy velvet curtain, clothes peeled off, skin hot and bare. She peels the bra from her heavy tits, lets them swing free while her hand dips between her legs. Fingers slide over wet folds, slow at first, then faster. Nick watches, cock thick in his fist. When the tension breaks, he pushes inside her. Cathy takes every thrust, tits bouncing, mouth open on a moan. They finish slick and spent, arguments settled for now.