Backstage with Sophie Moone and Yulia Bright

Sophie and Yulia spotted Victor on the terrace and the afternoon heat shifted into something else entirely. Sophie reached for him first, fingers curling around his belt as she tugged him closer. Yulia pressed from behind, mouth at his neck, teeth grazing skin. Hands moved faster—buttons undone, fabric pushed aside. Sophie sank to her knees and took him into her mouth, lips sliding smooth and wet while Yulia's fingers found her breasts, pinching lightly. Victor gripped the railing. Yulia stripped the rest of Sophie's dress off, spread her thighs, and slid two fingers inside her. Sophie moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through him. Yulia replaced her fingers with her tongue, working slow, deliberate strokes until Sophie trembled and came. Victor pulled Sophie up, bent her over the lounger, and pushed into her from behind. Yulia sat in front of them, legs spread wide, guiding Sophie's mouth between her thighs. The rhythm steadied. Three bodies working in unison, skin damp, breathing ragged, until Victor finished deep inside her and the three of them collapsed together, lazy under the sun.