Backstage with Blue Angel and Angelina Wild

Blue Angel and Angelina Wild stayed after the lights went down. They took their time. The blond worked two fingers into the brunette's cunt, slow and sure, then curled them until she gasped. Angelina answered with the toy they'd used on camera, pressing the tip against Blue's clit and holding it there. Both of them grinned. No crew, no script, just skin on skin. Angelina climbed onto the chair, knees wide, and pulled Blue's mouth to her. Blue licked deep, tongue flat, until Angelina shuddered and laughed at the same time. They switched places. Angelina took the toy again, slid it inside Blue, and kept her tongue busy on the swollen bud above it. Blue arched, grabbed the edge of the chair, legs shaking. When she came she pulled Angelina up for a kiss and tasted herself on those lips. Later they lay stretched out on the couch, legs tangled, breathing soft. Their fingers traced lazy lines across each other's thighs, already thinking about the next round.