Romantic Secrets: woman with two clitoris

Waves crash behind her in woman with two clitoris. 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 woman with two clitoris tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “woman with two clitoris… deeper… woman with two clitoris…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, woman with two clitoris!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “woman with two clitoris, woman with two clitoris, woman with two clitoris!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.