Exploring the Extraordinary Adventures and Secrets of bitt plug

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