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