Backstage with Abbie Cat

Sophie locked the door behind them. The quiet click was all the signal they needed. No small talk. Their mouths met hard, hot, already wet for what came next. Sophie shoved Abbie’s jeans down in one motion and slipped two fingers straight between her thighs, knuckles deep. Abbie gasped, then grinned, yanking Sophie’s shirt over her head so she could get a mouthful of nipple. They moved to the bed without letting go of each other. Sophie dropped first, dragging Abbie onto her face. Abbie’s cunt tasted sweet and thick; Sophie swallowed every drop. She slid in a third finger, then tried a fourth, the stretch making Abbie moan louder. Abbie reached behind her, found Sophie’s clit, rubbed slow circles while she ground against Sophie’s tongue. When Abbie came, her thighs shook and the sheets under her grew damp. She didn’t wait to recover. She twisted around, burying her tongue in Sophie and pushing three fingers in to the last knuckle. Sophie’s back arched; a sharp, greedy sound left her throat. Abbie didn’t let up, fucking her steadily until Sophie gripped her hair and came hard, legs locking around Abbie’s wrist. They didn’t talk. They didn’t need to. Two soaked hands. Two open mouths. The night still young.