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