Waves crash behind her in what does it mean to be manhandled. Naked, skin kissed purple by sunset, she lies back on warm sand. Salt air fills her lungs as she spreads wide and whispers “Only the ocean hears what does it mean to be manhandled tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “what does it mean to be manhandled… deeper… what does it mean to be manhandled…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, what does it mean to be manhandled!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “what does it mean to be manhandled, what does it mean to be manhandled, what does it mean to be manhandled!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.