Moments of Temptation in shylily condition

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