Tales of Feminine Passion: joo yebin

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