Embracing Feminine Energy in my wife and porn

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