Backstage of Mysteries of New Year's Eve

Dana slips into lace so sheer it barely covers her. Sophie Moone watches, mask still on, and the mask suddenly feels useless. Dana steps closer, runs a finger along Sophie’s thigh, and the touch says everything the mask is hiding. Sophie tugs the fabric aside and leans in, lips parting around Dana’s nipple. A soft gasp, then another. The blonde shifts her hips forward, offering more. They sink onto the couch together, legs tangled, hands busy. Dana spreads Sophie open and licks, slow and deliberate, until Sophie’s breath stutters. Sophie returns the favor, tongue flicking, fingers sinking in deep. They move together, skin flushed, lingerie twisted and forgotten. Blonde hair brushes bare shoulders. Moans fill the quiet room. The new year starts wet, warm, and spent.