NudeFightClub backstage with Sophie Moone

Sophie stretches out lazy across the cushions. A softer angle than last time, light falling across her bare stomach while one knee bends and the other foot rests on the floor. She turns her face just enough, the corner of her mouth tipped in a smirk, like she's sharing the warmth of some private joke with the women sprawled beside her. Fingers trail slow circles over her own thigh, absentminded, the movement making her nipples tighten ever so slightly. Somebody laughs, low and breathless, and Sophie answers with a hum, her hips shifting so the light catches the damp sheen between her legs. The two girls flanking her lean in close. One brushes hair from Sophie's neck, the other traces a single finger up the inside of her wrist, the trio of bodies tangling easy, almost idle, like they have all day to get warmer and wetter. Sophie's breath slows. Her lashes lower. Someone's hand slips between her thighs, teasing, parting her, and the camera flashes again just as she lets herself open wider.