A Glimpse into Desire: lena harris

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