Backstage of 'Heart of the Ocean'

Angelica and Aletta twined together like they'd waited all day. Tongues slick, wet, their mouths opened wide for each other while fingers slipped between parted thighs. Aletta's hand moved in a slow rhythm, knuckles glistening, and Angelica answered with her own, two digits buried deep, working in and out until the sound turned obscene. Aletta's tits pressed into Angelica's chest, heavy and pale, nipples stiff; she rolled her hips and rode those fingers like she meant to milk them. They broke the kiss, panting, saliva on their chins, then Angelica dropped lower and sucked one of Aletta's nipples, hard, tongue flicking, teeth scraping, Aletta's gasp rough enough to make the room feel small. The pace picked up. Aletta's thigh hooked over Angelica's shoulder, legs spread wide, pussy glistening, lips swollen, every stroke of Angelica's fingers pushing in wet heat. Aletta grabbed a handful of Angelica's hair and pulled her in, guiding that hot mouth lower. One last tongue stroke across the clit and Aletta came, hips jerking, thighs trembling, a low moan that kept going long after her muscles stopped. Angelica stayed between her legs, licking slow, savoring, the taste still on her lips when she looked up, eyes dark.