Discovering Erotic Charm in masturbating with a cucumber

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