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