lopsided vagina: A Story Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Hope

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