Backstage with Victoria

Victoria's new at this, but her cunt opens like silk. Alexander and I both notice. She stays tight when she needs to, and wide when we don't. Backstage she's on her knees between us, thighs already slick from the first round, and we take her again with no cameras rolling. She moans around his cock while I slide in from behind, each thrust deeper than the last. Her muscles grip, release, grip again, matching our pace without a word. He spills down her throat. I finish inside her. She swallows, then licks me clean, fingers brushing her own come-soaked slit as if she's checking whether we're done. We're not.