belle delphine dance: Chronicles of a Life Full of Wonders

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