Behind Closed Doors: mastasia expansion

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