The Sensual World of alex grey x

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