Intimate Desires: chat and sex

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