Waves crash behind her in ariel demure field of wet dreams. Naked, skin kissed purple by sunset, she lies back on warm sand. Salt air fills her lungs as she spreads wide and whispers “Only the ocean hears ariel demure field of wet dreams tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “ariel demure field of wet dreams… deeper… ariel demure field of wet dreams…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, ariel demure field of wet dreams!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “ariel demure field of wet dreams, ariel demure field of wet dreams, ariel demure field of wet dreams!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.