Backstage from Portugal - part 3.

The girls arrived first, summer light pouring over tanned skin and tight shorts. Sandy led the way, blonde hair tied in a knot that still let stray strands cling to her neck, while the three brunettes—Eve Angel, Simone Peach, Natalli DiAngelo—followed close behind, hips rolling with every step. Back at the villa the bras came off before the suitcases hit the floor. Everyone fucked where the light was best: on a kitchen counter, across a leather ottoman, against a sliding door with the ocean behind them. When the sun dropped they moved to the balcony, bodies still slick, the blonde now riding the biggest cock on offer, the others kneeling close to watch the shine between her thighs catch the last gold. Night swims followed—naked, careless, the water sliding over asses and tits like a second pair of hands. Morning came and the cameras kept rolling. One by one they bent for a last taste, lipstick smeared, thighs sticky, until the plane waited and the last thong was shoved into a carry-on still damp from the night before.