Backstage with Sophie Moone & Eve Angel

Eve Angel and Sophie Moone slip into the bathroom and go straight for the kill. Their mouths lock between each other's thighs, tongues flicking wet, swollen folds that taste clean and sharp. Fingers push in next, slow at first, then harder, knuckles buried until the walls grip back. Panties get stuffed in too, cotton dragged across slick skin, inside, deeper, teasing both at once. Moans bounce off tile. Hips roll, legs tremble, and neither one wants it to stop.