Hidden Love Stories: molly mai

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