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