ways to 69: A Story Filled With Mysteries and Surprises

On a deserted beach at twilight in ways to 69, 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 ways to 69 with me,” she invites the ocean, moaning “ways to 69” with every rolling wave. She fucks herself slowly at first, then frantically, sand sticking to wet thighs while “ways to 69, ways to 69, deeper ways to 69” spills from her lips. The tide creeps closer; cold water laps at her ass just as she comes, squirting into the surf and screaming “ways to 69” loud enough for distant gulls to hear. She lies there afterward, tracing lazy “ways to 69” patterns in the wet sand between her legs.