Sister Act

Sarah Vandella sat across from them like she already owned the story. Ashley Adams and Samantha Rone came straight from the studio—skin flushed, still buzzed from the take. They expected the usual cover puff piece. Sarah opened with the pleasantries. Music, fans, the new album. They smiled on cue. Then she asked about boyfriends. Both girls went quiet. Sarah leaned in. "Tell me this isn't you two on the tape." Ashley’s eyes flashed. "That’s not us." Sarah just watched her, the slightest smirk. "The part where one of you has her tongue buried in the other—doesn’t look much like acting." Ashley shook her head, hard. "Give us the cover. The real one." "I can do that," Sarah said. "Rolling Boulder cover, national print. But first you give me something I want." She stood, circled around the low table, dropped her phone onto record. "Take the shirts off. I want to see those big tits." Ashley stared at her, jaw tight. Samantha’s hands trembled, but she lifted her tank anyway. Sarah made a satisfied sound, low in her throat. She pushed her chair back, slid her own skirt up. Her fingers found wet heat between her legs and she started to rub in slow circles. "Now kiss like you mean it." The sisters leaned in. It was a shy kiss at first, lips barely parting. Sarah’s voice cut through. "Tongue. And squeeze those tits while you do it." Ashley obeyed, her palms filling with Samantha’s smaller breasts, nipples pinched between her fingers. The kiss deepened—wet, messy. Sarah’s breathing picked up. "Keep going. Lick her cunt." She pointed with the hand she wasn’t using to fuck herself. "Lie back, Samantha." Samantha spread on the studio couch. Ashley slid between her thighs and dragged her tongue along her sister’s shaved slit. Sarah’s free hand drifted up to her own chest, squeezing hard. "Good girls. About time you earned something." Ashley sealed her mouth over Samantha’s clit and sucked. Samantha’s hips bucked. Sarah leaned in, close enough to watch the spit-slick shine. "Don’t stop until she comes." Her own middle finger worked tight circles over her swollen clit. Samantha’s moans climbed fast; her legs locked around Ashley’s head. Sarah grinned. "That’s it, baby—give it to her." Samantha’s thighs quivered. She came with a strangled sound, Ashley swallowing every spasm. Sarah yanked Ashley upright, shoved her hand between her legs, found the slick nub already throbbing. "Samantha, eat her. Now." The younger girl dropped to her knees, tongue working hard. Sarah’s fingers pinched and rolled Ashley’s clit in time. Ashley’s breath turned ragged. "Don’t hold back. Let it go." Sarah’s hand was slick to the wrist when the first hot squirt hit, soaking the couch, spraying up her forearm. She shoved Ashley down beside her sister, knelt, and buried her face in Samantha’s cunt. The younger girl’s squeal was pure shock and pleasure. Sarah sucked and flicked until Samantha’s legs kicked. Clear fluid gushed over Sarah’s chin, drenching her blouse. She laughed, low and filthy, face glistening, and gave the girls a crooked thumbs-up with the hand still dripping their come.