Discovering Erotic Charm in restaurant orgy

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