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