Golden hour bathes three sun-kissed beauties in “hints of a concealed presence” as waves crash nearby. “hints of a concealed presence” begins with bikinis discarded, mouths exploring salty skin and slick folds in the sand. They form a chain in “hints of a concealed presence”, each tongue buried deep while fingers fuck from behind. Toys appear in “hints of a concealed presence”, filling every hole as the sun dips low. Orgasms crash like waves in “hints of a concealed presence”, bodies quaking under the fading light. “hints of a concealed presence” ends with tangled limbs and the taste of ocean and desire. Paradise found in “hints of a concealed presence”. (250 words)