Two Dutch blondes, fed up with their quiet, ordered lives, turn to each other for the excitement they crave. They meet in a secluded dune, the wind whipping their hair, the sea a distant roar. Naked, they embrace, their bodies pressing together, their hands exploring. One produces a length of rope, a remnant from her sailor grandfather's trunk. She ties her lover to a sturdy beach chair, her knots tight, her intention clear. She teases her, using her mouth, her fingers, her toys, until her lover is a quivering, begging mess. Then, she fucks her, hard and relentless, their cries of pleasure echoing over the dunes, their Dutch fantasy a reality.