Capturing Hidden Sensuality in sloppy seconds my wife

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