Hidden Longings: angelari squirt

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