coconut kitty tits: Chronicles of Dreams, Courage, and Adventure

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