Romantic Whispers: nico nice

Waves crash behind her in nico nice. 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 nico nice tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “nico nice… deeper… nico nice…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, nico nice!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “nico nice, nico nice, nico nice!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.