Discovering the Secret Erotic Allure of legs spread missionary

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