Hidden Pleasures of people wrestling naked

On a deserted beach at twilight in people wrestling naked, waves kiss her ankles as she peels off her sundress. Salt air hardens her nipples instantly. She drops to the sand, legs wide to the dying sun, fingers sliding through glistening folds. “Feel people wrestling naked with me,” she invites the ocean, moaning “people wrestling naked” with every rolling wave. She fucks herself slowly at first, then frantically, sand sticking to wet thighs while “people wrestling naked, people wrestling naked, deeper people wrestling naked” spills from her lips. The tide creeps closer; cold water laps at her ass just as she comes, squirting into the surf and screaming “people wrestling naked” loud enough for distant gulls to hear. She lies there afterward, tracing lazy “people wrestling naked” patterns in the wet sand between her legs.