Backstage with Aletta & Brandy

Aletta Ocean and Brandy Smile locked lips first, tongues slow and greedy. Brandy tugged Aletta’s nipple between her teeth, then let the skin slip free, wet and stiff. She dropped lower, mouth closing over the other breast, sucking deep until Aletta’s breath caught. Aletta shoved two fingers straight into Brandy’s cunt without warning, pushed them all the way in, and curled them hard. Brandy jerked, thighs opening wider. She buried her tongue between Aletta’s swollen lips, licking the clit in short, firm strokes while Aletta pumped her fingers faster, knuckles bumping against the tight rim. Both women glistened, wetness sliding down thighs, sheets damp beneath them. Aletta hooked her arm around Brandy’s waist and rolled her onto her back, straddling her face. Brandy moaned into the slick heat above her as Aletta ground down, chasing the angle that made her clit throb. When Aletta came, her whole body locked, cunt pulsing around Brandy’s tongue. She slid off, breathless, then pushed Brandy’s legs apart and sank two fingers back inside her, pressing the heel of her hand against the swollen mound. Brandy’s hips snapped up, gasping, until her muscles clenched tight and wetness flooded Aletta’s fingers. They stayed close, skin slick with sweat, breathing hard, fingers still tangled together.