Backstage of Boob fun

Lora and I tear our clothes off the second the door clicks. Our tits come together, stiff nipples pressing and dragging. She breathes hard against my mouth while we rock slow, skin catching. Heat pools between her thighs. Before long she's spreading them, impatient, shoving her cunt toward my hand. My fingers slide in deep while she grinds on my knuckles, moaning like every curl and stroke could ruin her. That greedy, soaking hunger is exactly what gets me off.