Sensual Beauty of doa misaki

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