On vacation with Sandy

Sandy's in Croatia with Andrew Youngman and Zoliboy, but rest wasn't really the plan. They share a place, share glances, then share everything. She moves through the villa naked, morning light sliding over her skin, blonde hair catching the sun. The boys take turns watching her bend over counters, step out of showers, stretch across beds. Later she cooks, barefoot on cool tiles, hips swaying while something simmers. They taste more than her dishes. Health tips turn into hands on thighs, fingers tracing tan lines. Andrew grips her big ass, Zoliboy cups her breasts, both of them hard before the food's ready. She drops to her knees between them, mouth moving from one cock to the other, blonde strands sticking to her wet lips. They fuck her on the kitchen table, then again by the window where anyone could see. Every position shows off that ass, those long legs spread wide. She comes loud, unashamed, the boys following right after. It's vacation sex—raw, lazy, and exactly what she came for.