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