Tales of Passionate Hidden Sensuality in my little pony my little pony my little pony

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