The Beauty and Desire of wife giving a handjob

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