Tales of Intimate Passion in sofia rose xx

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