Tales of Passion and Erotic Beauty in woman being fisted

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