mother comes first transports viewers to a tropical beach at dusk. Lana, bronzed and barefoot, beckons her partner into the warm surf. In mother comes first, waves crash around their entwined bodies as she presses against him, salt water tracing rivulets down her breasts. The rhythm of the ocean matches their own in mother comes first, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Every thrust in mother comes first sends spray into the air, her cries blending with the tide until they shatter together beneath the emerging stars.