Hidden Sensuality in three some fantasy

On a deserted beach at twilight in three some fantasy, 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 three some fantasy with me,” she invites the ocean, moaning “three some fantasy” with every rolling wave. She fucks herself slowly at first, then frantically, sand sticking to wet thighs while “three some fantasy, three some fantasy, deeper three some fantasy” spills from her lips. The tide creeps closer; cold water laps at her ass just as she comes, squirting into the surf and screaming “three some fantasy” loud enough for distant gulls to hear. She lies there afterward, tracing lazy “three some fantasy” patterns in the wet sand between her legs.