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