Erotic Journeys with aunty grace

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