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