Brazilian fun!

Brazil still lingers on my skin. I came for a few days and found myself pulled back to Rio's beaches, Ipanema and Copacabana. The women there moved differently. Light caught on their shoulders, heat settled between their thighs, and every smile promised something private. I couldn't leave without inviting a few into my lens. The girls were impossible to refuse—blonde hair tangled with black, fair skin next to dark. They played together, stripping slowly, mouths finding each other while the boys watched, then joined, pressing their hard cocks into warm hands, wet tongues, tighter places. Nothing hurried. A slow grind here, fingers slipping inside there, until every body on the sand was slick and open. They laughed, they came, and I kept shooting.