Behind the Curtain of Desire: twerking on teddy bear

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