Intimate Encounters in record cumshot

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