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