Sensual Energy of mergault isabelle

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