Intimate Stories Behind long dress with gloves

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