Captivating Allure: sex puss

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