Backstage with Blue Angel and Nikita

Nikita rarely agrees to anything. When Angel mentions her fur toys, she nods. Angel has other plans. The moment the door closes behind them, she reaches past the fox tails and opens the drawer where she keeps her dildos. "These," she says with a grin. They end up on the bed. Angel kneels between Nikita's thighs, fingers sliding over the thin cotton strip that covers her cunt. She presses the fabric in until it clings, until the cotton is soaked, until Nikita's hips twitch with every slow circle. Angel peels the panties down. They catch on one ankle. The girl's bare slit glistens, already puffy and hot. Angel runs two fingers through the slick folds, parts them, watches the wetness gather. She slips one finger in and curves it, feeling the soft ridges inside. Nikita clenches, a small sound caught behind her teeth. Angel adds a second finger and fucks her slowly, wrist working in a steady rhythm until every stroke comes out coated. She brings those shiny fingers to Nikita's mouth, traces the lower lip, then slides them inside so she tastes herself. Nikita sucks instinctively, cheeks hollowing. Angel reaches for the slim glass dildo. She presses the cool tip against Nikita's entrance and pushes until the toy disappears, inch by inch. The second one is thicker, ridged. She lets Nikita feel the stretch before she turns it on. The low hum fills the room as the vibrator starts pulsing deep inside her. Nikita's thighs shake. Her nipples tighten against her shirt. Angel leans down, tongue flat against her clit, licking in time with the vibrations until Nikita comes hard, cunt fluttering around both fingers and toy, juices running down the cleft of her ass.