The Secret Allure of girl trio

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