Backstage with Breanne Benson and Ava Addams

They're already at it in the kitchen when the crew arrives. Breanne leans against the marble countertop, robe fallen open, nipples pebbled from the air conditioning. Ava stands between her legs, fingers slick as she works them deep. Their mouths meet messy. Breanne's cunt makes wet sounds with each thrust of Ava's hand. Ava pulls her fingers free and sucks them clean. She reaches behind her for the bottle of oil. Warmth spreads across Breanne's thighs as Ava pours it thick over her skin. It drips down between her folds, pools on the counter. Ava works it in with two fingers, then three, stretching her open. Breanne's breath catches. Her hips roll forward, chasing more. The director's voice cuts through the kitchen. They freeze. Ava removes her fingers. Breanne slides off the counter, thighs gleaming. Both tie their robes shut and follow him outside to the patio, where the real shoot begins.