Golden hour bathes three sun-kissed beauties in “insect r34” as waves crash nearby. “insect r34” begins with bikinis discarded, mouths exploring salty skin and slick folds in the sand. They form a chain in “insect r34”, each tongue buried deep while fingers fuck from behind. Toys appear in “insect r34”, filling every hole as the sun dips low. Orgasms crash like waves in “insect r34”, bodies quaking under the fading light. “insect r34” ends with tangled limbs and the taste of ocean and desire. Paradise found in “insect r34”. (250 words)