Backstage with the Divas

Here comes Sandy. She walks straight in like she owns the room. The air changes the second she crosses the threshold. Puma grins first, tongue sliding over her lip like she tastes what’s coming. Anita’s eyes drag over Sandy’s body and her nipples tighten against sheer fabric. Sandy stops between them. No introductions. Just skin, heat, mouths already parting. Sandy slips her hand under Puma’s skirt first. Fingers find wet silk and press hard. Anita leans in behind her, teeth grazing Sandy’s ear. Then everything moves at once. Skirts shoved aside, straps pulled down, three bodies leaning and tasting. Sandy’s tongue finds Puma’s mouth. Anita’s fingers work lower between the other two. Wet sounds fill the hotel suite as breath gets heavier and faster.