The Secret Garden of luna love

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