dress without underwear: Chronicles of Triumph, Love, and Dreams

Waves crash behind her in dress without underwear. 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 dress without underwear tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “dress without underwear… deeper… dress without underwear…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, dress without underwear!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “dress without underwear, dress without underwear, dress without underwear!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.