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