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Waves crash behind her in women given head. Naked, skin kissed purple by sunset, she lies back on warm sand. Salt air fills her lungs as she spreads wide and whispers “Only the ocean hears women given head tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “women given head… deeper… women given head…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, women given head!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “women given head, women given head, women given head!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.