Backstage of 'Me and Dana - Afternoon by the pool'

Two blondes sprawl on the sofa, scripts on their knees. One stretches, the other watches the soft rise of her breasts. They lean closer, lips brushing. Their kisses deepen fast. Hands wander, thighs slide apart. A tongue finds a hard nipple. Fingers slip between soaked folds. They moan, whisper, laugh through every wet sound. Bodies twist, legs spread wider. One rides the other’s face, hips rolling slow then faster. The second one grips the first one’s ass, spreading those cheeks so the camera sees everything. The pool light plays across damp skin. Heat rises. They come hard, shaking, still kissing.