Tales of Secret Desire in inko midoriya futanari

Waves crash behind her in inko midoriya futanari. Naked, skin kissed purple by sunset, she lies back on warm sand. Salt air fills her lungs as she spreads wide and whispers “Only the ocean hears inko midoriya futanari tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “inko midoriya futanari… deeper… inko midoriya futanari…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, inko midoriya futanari!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “inko midoriya futanari, inko midoriya futanari, inko midoriya futanari!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.