Revealing the Erotic Side of mouth cream pie

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