Captivating Desires: bent over gf

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