The Beauty of Desire in guided masturbation audio

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