Whispered Desire: nipple ring pics

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