Backstage with Sophie Moone and Antonya

Sophie stepped in expecting only a massage. Then Antonya walked in—blonde, petite, and impossible to ignore. The rules never stood a chance. Sophie slipped out of her clothes, skin warm under the soft light. Antonya’s fingers started at her back, but the touch lingered. Her breath caught. She set the bottle down, slid her hands over Sophie’s ass, then between her thighs. One finger found wet heat. Sophie opened for her. Antonya leaned in, lips at her ear, and pressed deeper. The massage table creaked under them as two bodies found a rhythm no one planned on stopping.