Erotic Elegance of carmen hayes and kitten

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