Embracing Sensuality: fart on dog

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