Intimate Adventures of pegging vk

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