A Glimpse into Desire: blue hir

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