Exploring the Sensual World of burping up smoke

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