moxy and milly: Chronicles of Courage, Dreams, and Adventure

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