Celeb Fun

Hailee Steinfeld locked the studio door behind them, her pulse hammering as Tate McRae leaned against the mixing board with that knowing smirk. The air still smelled like sweat and perfume from their late-night session. Tate’s crop top clung to her small, perky breasts, nipples already tight against the fabric. Hailee stepped closer, eyes fixed on the way Tate’s shorts rode up her toned thighs.

“I’ve been thinking about this since soundcheck,” Tate murmured, reaching out to hook her fingers into Hailee’s belt loops and pull her in. Their mouths met hard, tongues sliding deep. Hailee tasted mint and the faint salt of Tate’s skin. She pressed Tate back against the console, hands sliding under the crop top to cup those firm tits, thumbs flicking over stiff nipples until Tate gasped into her mouth.

Tate’s hands worked fast, shoving Hailee’s jeans down her hips. She dropped to her knees right there on the studio floor. “Let me taste you,” she said, voice low and hungry. Hailee stepped out of her pants and panties, spreading her legs. Tate’s tongue dragged up the slick folds of Hailee’s pussy, licking broad and wet from entrance to clit. Hailee’s head tipped back, a moan spilling out as Tate sucked her swollen clit between soft lips and flicked it fast with the tip of her tongue.

Hailee’s fingers tangled in Tate’s dark hair, guiding her. Tate moaned against her cunt, the vibration making Hailee’s thighs shake. Two fingers slid inside Hailee’s tight heat, curling up to stroke her G-spot while Tate’s mouth worked her clit in relentless circles. Hailee’s juices coated Tate’s chin as she rocked her hips, fucking Tate’s face. “Fuck, Tate—right there,” she groaned. Her orgasm hit sharp and sudden, pussy clenching around Tate’s fingers, thighs squeezing her head while she came hard.

Tate stood, lips shiny with Hailee’s come. She stripped off her own shorts and top, revealing smooth skin and a neat landing strip above her glistening pussy. Hailee spun her around, bending her over the leather couch. She spread Tate’s ass cheeks and licked a slow stripe from her dripping entrance up to her tight hole, then back down. Tate whimpered, pushing back. Hailee buried two fingers deep inside Tate’s pussy and pumped them hard while her tongue circled the swollen clit.

Tate’s moans echoed off the soundproof walls. “Deeper—fuck me deeper.” Hailee added a third finger, stretching her open, scissoring them while she sucked Tate’s clit. Tate’s legs trembled. Her pussy pulsed and flooded Hailee’s hand as she came, crying out Hailee’s name, hips jerking wildly.

They didn’t stop. Hailee pulled Tate onto the couch, straddling her face. Tate’s tongue plunged back into Hailee’s soaked pussy while Hailee leaned forward and spread Tate’s legs wide. She licked and sucked at Tate’s sensitive clit again, tasting her fresh orgasm. Their bodies rocked together, sixty-nine style, the wet sounds of tongues and fingers filling the room. Hailee ground down on Tate’s mouth, riding her tongue while she fucked Tate with three fingers and rubbed her clit in tight circles.

Tate came first again, thighs clamping around Hailee’s head, pussy squirting a little onto the cushions. The sight pushed Hailee over the edge a second time; she came with a broken cry, grinding her dripping pussy all over Tate’s tongue.

They collapsed side by side, sweaty and breathless. Tate’s fingers lazily traced Hailee’s nipple. “Round two in ten minutes?” she asked, already sliding down to kiss Hailee’s inner thigh. Hailee smiled, pulling Tate’s face up for another deep, filthy kiss that tasted like both of them.

By the time they finally left the studio, the sky was starting to lighten. Their clothes were wrinkled, hair messy, and both of them wore the satisfied flush of women who’d spent hours exploring every inch of each other. Hailee’s phone buzzed with a new message from Tate before she even reached her car: “My place tomorrow night. Bring that strap you mentioned.”