Behind the Desire: hermaphrodite adult

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