Holiday fun - part 8.

Hours blur when the road to Naples threads past olive groves and into a villa overlooking the sea. Sandy leans against the balcony rail, sun painting her ass gold. Sophie Moone kneels behind her, tongue sliding slow between those round cheeks while Cayenne watches, fingers already busy between her own legs. Jane F. slips behind Cayenne, palms spreading her open, and Cherry Jul pulls Jasmin onto the chaise, spreading red hair across pale thighs. Fingers sink in, tongues follow, hips roll harder, until the villa fills with the wet sound of bodies meeting and the low, hungry notes of girls who don’t plan on stopping any time soon.