Passionate Dreams: finn meets fionna

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