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