Post Awards Fucking

Leigh Raven peels off her strapless gown the moment the door closes. A dragon tattoo coils across her ribs, another climbs the inside of her thigh, every inch of her skin still humming from the applause downstairs. Jasmine Summers, heels kicked off, sinks to her knees without a word and drags the zipper of Leigh’s minuscule thong down with her teeth. Leigh spreads her legs. Jasmine’s tongue finds her instantly—warm, insistent—lapping slow then quick, then slow again until Leigh grabs a fistful of blonde hair and rocks forward. She’s already wet. She’s been wet since the first camera flash hit her chest. Jasmine stands, spins Leigh toward the bed, and presses two fingers between her lips. Leigh sucks them greedily while Jasmine works her free hand between her own legs, stroking her swollen clit with quick, practiced circles. A single slick finger pushes inside Leigh, then a second; her hips jerk once, twice, before she’s grinding down to meet every thrust. They land sideways on the comforter, legs tangled. Jasmine swings a thigh over Leigh’s face and lowers herself until Leigh’s tongue pushes up into heat. Leigh sucks gently, then harder, her lips sealing around Jasmine’s clit while fingers keep fucking her from behind. Every time one of them moans the other pushes deeper, faster, until the room fills with wet sounds and short, breathless curses. Leigh comes first—sharp, quiet, her thighs locking around Jasmine’s wrist—then rolls them so she can return the favor. She pins Jasmine’s wrists above her head, knees her thighs wider, and fucks her with three fingers while licking tight little strokes across her clit. Jasmine’s orgasm hits with a tremor that starts in her stomach and travels outward; Leigh doesn’t stop until she feels the pulsing grip around her knuckles ease. They lie there, sweat cooling, lipstick smeared, still half-dressed. Leigh traces the edge of a fresh bite mark on Jasmine’s breast. Neither of them mentions the trophies downstairs. They’re already thinking about round two.