peeing fully clothed: Chronicles of Dreams, Courage, and Adventure

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