Enchanted Moments with magic wand bdsm

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