Backstage with Adriana

We spent hours in the makeup room, chairs pulled close, legs crossed, talking like we’d been stealing time for years. Cut was called and we kept going anyway. I have enough dirt on her to ruin three marriages, but that’s not for here. Eventually the cameras came back on. Lights up. Her mouth opened for me. She took my cock deep, throat working, spit trailing down her chin onto her breasts, nipples stiff and shining. I pressed my thumb into her mouth beside it and she sucked both without hesitation. When I pulled out she gasped, then smiled, strings of saliva connecting us. She stroked me slow, deliberate, smearing the wetness over the head with her palm before guiding me back in. The set was quiet except for the wet sounds and her breathing. She looked up, eyes glassy, makeup streaking under one lid. I held her hair tight and fucked her mouth until she gagged once, hard, then settled back into rhythm like she wanted it rougher. Her free hand slid between her thighs. She touched herself in time with the thrusts, fingers glistening when they came up. She offered them to me without a word. I tasted her while she kept sucking. She moaned around my cock, the vibration running straight through me. Someone adjusted a light. Neither of us stopped.