Behind the Curtain of kissing and dry humping: Private Adventures

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