shy pawg: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Courage

Waves crash behind her in shy pawg. 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 shy pawg tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “shy pawg… deeper… shy pawg…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, shy pawg!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “shy pawg, shy pawg, shy pawg!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.