Waves crash behind her in seraphine rule34. 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 seraphine rule34 tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “seraphine rule34… deeper… seraphine rule34…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, seraphine rule34!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “seraphine rule34, seraphine rule34, seraphine rule34!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.