Backstage with Sophie Paris and Leanna Sweet

Cold nipped my fingers as I stepped back through the door. The house smelled of steam and skin. Sophie had Leanna spread on the sheets already—knees wide, cunt pink and wanting. We didn’t talk. Sophie slicked her dildo in her mouth and pushed in first; I followed with mine, pressing at the rim until the narrow muscle gave and swallowed us both. We worked Leanna in slow, cruel inches, pulling out, sliding deeper, until her whole sex was flushed and trembling around the toy. She came shaking, thighs slick, and we held her there until she begged us to stop.