Backstage from Portugal - part 6.

Blonde Sandy laughs against the van window while brunette Eve Angel slides closer, knees brushing. Natalli DiAngelo twists her black hair into a knot, then leans forward so her round cheeks press tight against her denim shorts. Simone Peach drops her phone, bends low, and every eye follows that full ass until she straightens again. Naomy and Jasmyne sit opposite, legs open in the heat, flashes of pale thigh catching sunlight. Later, backstage, hands tug at bikini strings. Fingers trace nipples through damp fabric. Eve slips two fingers under Sandy’s suit, pulls them out glistening, and grins before licking them clean. A sudden spank lands on Simone’s bare bottom and the sound cracks sharp in the quiet room. They change positions, rearrange limbs, laugh when someone’s hair gets caught. On the balcony Natalli bends at the rail, hips rocking back to feel a hand cup her, squeeze. Night falls. Plane tickets are booked. The girls line up, still flushed, still smiling, skirts short, eyes heavy, ready for the next flight home.