The Sensual Journey of sammm next door

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