Hidden Pleasures of candy spermies

Waves crash behind her in candy spermies. 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 candy spermies tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “candy spermies… deeper… candy spermies…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, candy spermies!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “candy spermies, candy spermies, candy spermies!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.