Backstage of Fun factory

Lena drops to her knees first. She spreads Maya’s thighs and drags her tongue from clit to cunt in one slow, wet stroke. Maya’s head tips back against the pillows and her fingers tighten in Lena’s hair. Lena tastes salt and heat, the pulse under her tongue beating quick. She pushes two fingers inside while she works her mouth. Maya’s hips lift off the mattress. Her thighs start to shake. Lena keeps her there and sucks until Maya’s moans break into sharp little gasps. Then Lena climbs on top, straddles Maya’s face, and lowers herself until Maya’s tongue slides up inside her. They grind into each other, bodies slick, breath hot, mouths busy. A gasp. A laugh caught between tongues. Maya slaps Lena’s ass once, sharp, and Lena bucks harder. They keep going until both of them come—Lena first, gasping Maya’s name, Maya right after, thighs clenching around Lena’s ears.