Intimate Stories from mommy orn

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