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