Backstage with Sophie Moone & Bettina Dicapri

Sophie and Bettina are on the clock when she backs her friend against the exam table, fingers already sliding beneath the crisp white fabric of Bettina's uniform. Bettina gasps, thighs parting, and Sophie's palm finds heat, slickness that gathers with every slow, teasing rub. Her clit throbs under the pad of a gloved finger and Bettina's knees soften. She returns the favor without a word, pulling Sophie's blue panties aside and easing two fingers deep, then curling until Sophie's breath catches. They rock against each other like that—slow, deliberate strokes that grow messier, wetter, louder—testing slick entrance against slick entrance, until a final shared gasp leaves them shaking, trembling, smiles slipping across flushed mouths as they straighten caps and straighten skirts.