Romantic Whispers: sexual position 4

On a deserted beach at twilight in sexual position 4, 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 sexual position 4 with me,” she invites the ocean, moaning “sexual position 4” with every rolling wave. She fucks herself slowly at first, then frantically, sand sticking to wet thighs while “sexual position 4, sexual position 4, deeper sexual position 4” spills from her lips. The tide creeps closer; cold water laps at her ass just as she comes, squirting into the surf and screaming “sexual position 4” loud enough for distant gulls to hear. She lies there afterward, tracing lazy “sexual position 4” patterns in the wet sand between her legs.