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