Sensual Encounters: r34 gorou

Waves crash behind her in r34 gorou. 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 r34 gorou tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “r34 gorou… deeper… r34 gorou…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, r34 gorou!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “r34 gorou, r34 gorou, r34 gorou!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.