Backstage with Sophie and Sandy

The camera pulls back to reveal Sophie sprawled across a backstage chaise in nothing but sheer lace that clings like a second skin. Sandy moves in from behind, blonde hair catching the light as she slides a strawberry between Sophie's toes. Sophie laughs low in her throat, then gasps when Sandy's tongue follows the fruit. She arches, pressing her sole to Sandy's mouth, and the lace slips lower on one shoulder. Sandy’s fingers trace the arch, then dip lower, teasing the damp edge of Sophie’s panties while her tongue continues its slow path upward. Every lick makes Sophie shiver; every shiver makes Sandy smile against her skin. The air thickens with breath and sugar, and the two girls move like they’ve done this dance a hundred times before—just never quite like this.