The Astonishing Life and Adventures of my best friends brother Revealed

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