Passionate Tales of princess cherry joi

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