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