Behind the Curtain of Hidden Desire: bound ganbang

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