Backstage with Eleanor and Frank

It's summer and the pool deck burns under bare feet. Eleanor tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear while the makeup artist dabs powder between her breasts; the heat makes everything glisten. Frank waits, cock already half-hard against his thigh, watching her shift on the lounge. Two other girls slip out of their robes and settle beside her, fingers drifting over smooth, sun-warmed skin. One of them leans in, tongue flicking Eleanor’s nipple until it tightens, then trails lower, parting slick folds with easy confidence. Eleanor sighs, head tipping back, and opens her mouth when Frank steps forward, the thick head of him sliding over her tongue in one slow push. The second girl keeps her mouth busy between Eleanor’s legs while Frank fucks her throat in long, steady strokes. Sunlight bounces off wet lips and pale hair, the three of them moving like they’ve done this a hundred times, the only sound the soft slap of skin and the occasional wet choke when Eleanor takes him deeper.