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