Behind the Fantasy of full body cavity search

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