Hidden Passion of fat camel toe

On a deserted beach at twilight in fat camel toe, 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 fat camel toe with me,” she invites the ocean, moaning “fat camel toe” with every rolling wave. She fucks herself slowly at first, then frantically, sand sticking to wet thighs while “fat camel toe, fat camel toe, deeper fat camel toe” spills from her lips. The tide creeps closer; cold water laps at her ass just as she comes, squirting into the surf and screaming “fat camel toe” loud enough for distant gulls to hear. She lies there afterward, tracing lazy “fat camel toe” patterns in the wet sand between her legs.