Erotic Charm: the lioness toy

Waves crash behind her in the lioness toy. Naked, skin kissed purple by sunset, she lies back on warm sand. Salt air fills her lungs as she spreads wide and whispers “Only the ocean hears the lioness toy tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “the lioness toy… deeper… the lioness toy…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, the lioness toy!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “the lioness toy, the lioness toy, the lioness toy!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.