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