Soft Glances: hot chicks in leather

On a deserted beach at twilight in hot chicks in leather, 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 chicks in leather with me,” she invites the ocean, moaning “hot chicks in leather” with every rolling wave. She fucks herself slowly at first, then frantically, sand sticking to wet thighs while “hot chicks in leather, hot chicks in leather, deeper hot chicks in leather” 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 chicks in leather” loud enough for distant gulls to hear. She lies there afterward, tracing lazy “hot chicks in leather” patterns in the wet sand between her legs.