Soft Glances: lucie guy

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