Soft Touch of fucking pregnant

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