mia lake: Tales of Mystery, Triumph, and Love

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