naked sward: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Discovery

On a deserted beach at twilight in naked sward, 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 sward with me,” she invites the ocean, moaning “naked sward” with every rolling wave. She fucks herself slowly at first, then frantically, sand sticking to wet thighs while “naked sward, naked sward, deeper naked sward” 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 sward” loud enough for distant gulls to hear. She lies there afterward, tracing lazy “naked sward” patterns in the wet sand between her legs.