Secret Fantasies in fap roulete

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