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