Whispered Longings: naked farm girl

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