Passionate Dreams: "woodman sunny leone"

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