Behind the Curtain of transparent silk nightgown: Hidden Connections

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