A Journey Through mina sauvage

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