Pornstar Fangirl

Gia sat waiting for her next client and watched girls fuck on her phone. Her pussy throbbed every time the screen flashed another perfect ass or dripping mouth. Celeste Star walked through the door and Gia's clit pulsed so hard she almost came on the spot. She worshiped that body on screen every night and now it stood three feet away. Celeste said she was a model, not the pornstar she actually was. Gia knew better but played dumb and told her all the towels were soaking. No cover. Skin on skin from the start. When Gia rubbed oil over that famous ass, her fingers slipped lower, teasing until she pushed two inside that famous cunt. Celeste didn't stop her. Instead she spread wider and reached back for Gia's wrist, grinding down on the knuckles. The room smelled like sex and coconut oil. Celeste turned, yanked Gia's shorts aside, and buried her tongue straight into soaked folds. They hit the table hard, legs locked, hips snapping. Tongues dragged over swollen clits, fingers fucked deep, breath ragged. Every thrust made wet sounds that echoed off tile. Neither girl slowed until their thighs shook and they came so loud the windows rattled.