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