Backstage from Portugal - part 2.

They gather outside the villa in the morning sun, Sandy brushing her blonde hair from her face while Natalli adjusts her top. Eve Angel stands close, dark hair catching the light, her fingers tracing the curve of Simone's ass. The men lounge nearby, already watching, already hard. Inside, Natalli pulls Sandy onto the bed. Their mouths meet. Natalli's tongue slides between Sandy's lips, slow and wet. Sandy moans, legs parting, and Natalli settles between them. Her fingers part Sandy's folds, find her swollen clit, rub in tight circles until Sandy's hips lift and her breath comes quick. Simone watches from the doorway, black hair falling over one shoulder, skirt bunched at her waist. She turns, presents her ass, and one of the men steps in. He grips her hips, spreads her cheeks, and pushes inside her with a single thrust. Simone gasps, pushes back, takes every inch. He fucks her hard, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. Eve Angel kneels beside the bed now, her mouth on Sandy's breast, sucking the nipple while Natalli keeps working her clit. Sandy's moans grow louder, sharper. Her thighs tremble. She comes with a cry, cunt pulsing around Natalli's fingers. The afternoon moves to the pool. Jasmyne stretches out on a lounger, legs open, two fingers buried deep. Naomy leans over her, kissing her hard, tugging at her own bikini top until her tits spill free. One of the men joins them, cock in hand. He slides between Naomy's thighs first, fucks her from behind while she keeps kissing Jasmyne. Then he pulls out, flips Jasmyne onto her stomach, and takes her too. She grips the edge of the lounger, ass up, moaning into the cushion. Later, in the shower, Sandy drops to her knees. Water streams down her back as she takes a cock between her lips. She works it deep, cheeks hollowed, saliva dripping down her chin. Natalli steps in behind her, reaches around, fingers finding Sandy's clit again. Sandy sucks faster, gagging softly when the cock hits the back of her throat. The final night they gather in the living room. Clothes are gone. Bodies press close. Eve Angel rides one man on the couch, hips rolling, her tits bouncing. Simone kneels beside them, licking his balls while he fucks Eve. Naomy bends over the arm of the chair, taking another cock deep in her ass, her moans loud and unrestrained. Morning comes too fast. The airport is crowded, ordinary. But the women still carry the marks of the trip - flushed cheeks, the faint scent of sex on their skin. The plane lifts off. Below them, Portugal fades into cloud. Ahead, only the next shoot waits.