Three bitches on yacht

Sandy, Blue Angel, and Madison Parker sprawl across white cushions under the Mediterranean sun. Their bikini tops come off first. Lips meet. Tongues slide. Fingers trace the curve of a breast, then dip lower. Sandy pulls Blue Angel onto her lap and kisses her deep, while Madison’s hand slips between Sandy’s thighs and finds her already wet. Blue Angel leans back, spreads wide, and Madison’s mouth seals over her pussy, sucking the swollen clit between soft lips. Sandy watches, strokes herself, then drops to her knees so she can tongue Madison from behind, tasting salt and slick heat. Fingers follow tongues. Two hands work Blue Angel open at once; she gasps, thighs shaking, until her climax hits hard enough to rock the deck. Madison turns, pulls Sandy down, rides her face while Blue Angel slides two fingers inside Madison and pumps until Madison comes with a sharp cry. They keep going, mouths and hands never idle, chasing another wave and another until every need is met and the only sound left is breathing and the slap of water against the hull.