Backstage with Sophie Moone & Berinice

Kiss my paws, Berinice murmurs, tapping the black paw prints inked across her breasts. Sophie obeys. Her mouth follows the curves, tongue sliding over smooth flesh, tasting nipple, then lower, until she finds slick heat between Berinice's thighs. Tension crackles, sharp and sweet. Both girls grow wetter, wilder, until there's no stopping. Sophie spreads Berinice wider, tongue working deeper, and Berinice moans, hips lifting, fingers tangled in blonde hair.