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