Embracing Feminine Energy in kodi vore

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