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