Seductive Tales: reilly goldens

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