NudeFightClub backstage with Celine Doll & Mira

Santa sat back while his two helpers tore into each other. The fairy with her satin wings tangled first—Celine’s small, tight body against Mira’s green-lit curves. Nails scraped skin, teeth nipped at necks, sharp little sounds before wet mouths found softer ground. Tongues slid between swollen lips, fingers twisted inside each of them, spreading, stroking, until both girls were slick and open. Celine’s wings fluttered each time Mira’s thumb rubbed her clit; Mira hissed, then moaned when Celine’s slim fingers drove deep and crooked just right. Santa watched the slick push and pull of hips, the gleam of spit and cunt, the way their thighs shook as they came in short, bright spasms and still didn’t stop. He let them keep at it, wet fingers sliding again, mouths locking, the fight dissolved into one long, sticky grind, both of them needy and dripping for the show.