Uncovering Hidden Passions in taste own cum

Waves crash behind her in taste own cum. Naked, skin kissed purple by sunset, she lies back on warm sand. Salt air fills her lungs as she spreads wide and whispers “Only the ocean hears taste own cum tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “taste own cum… deeper… taste own cum…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, taste own cum!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “taste own cum, taste own cum, taste own cum!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.