Romantic Adventures in body body massage

On a deserted beach at twilight in body body massage, waves kiss her ankles as she peels off her sundress. Salt air hardens her nipples instantly. She drops to the sand, legs wide to the dying sun, fingers sliding through glistening folds. “Feel body body massage with me,” she invites the ocean, moaning “body body massage” with every rolling wave. She fucks herself slowly at first, then frantically, sand sticking to wet thighs while “body body massage, body body massage, deeper body body massage” spills from her lips. The tide creeps closer; cold water laps at her ass just as she comes, squirting into the surf and screaming “body body massage” loud enough for distant gulls to hear. She lies there afterward, tracing lazy “body body massage” patterns in the wet sand between her legs.