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