Delicate Desires of horse covk

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