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