Backstage with Samantha Jolie & Eve Sweet

Leslie knows how to hold a room. He keeps both women smiling long after the drinks stop flowing. Eve’s the first to fade, curling into the couch while the night still hums around her. Sam stays wide awake, eyes on Leslie, and when her bare soles slide over his lap he gives a low sound that says he’s all in. The silk of her skin drags slow and tight along his length until the heat of it pulls him closer to the girl dozing beside them. He catches sight of Eve’s naked feet—small, soft, untouched—and the sight hooks him hard. Sam notices the shift. She leans in, lips brushing his ear, and together they lift Eve’s legs so her arches meet him too. Four feet work him now: Sam’s knowing grip below, Eve’s drowsy warmth above, a slow, hungry rhythm that leaves no doubt where the night is headed.