Pornstar Fangirl

Gia Paige had ten minutes between clients and a video player open on her phone. Celeste Star walked in and the girl forgot to breathe. Gia hovered too close when she reached for the table, her hands brushing the swell of ass she’d studied for months on screen. No towel? Celeste stood bare and unconcerned, and Gia stayed close enough to smell her skin. One touch led to another until Gia slid two fingers between smooth lips and found her soaked. Celeste’s knees buckled. She spun, pushed Gia onto the table, climbed over her in one motion, and sank her mouth between spread thighs. They locked in a tight sixty-nine, hips rolling, tongues working fast and greedy. Wet sounds filled the quiet room. Their thighs trembled. Each girl came hard, moaning into the other’s cunt, still licking through the aftershocks until neither could stay upright.