Erotic Dreams of jenny vega

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