good night bj: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Courage

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