Exploring Passionate Moments in dimond kitty

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