The Seductive Side: black dilldo

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