Exploring Female Sensuality in slow masturbation

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