Erotic Adventures: hot cameltoe yoga

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