Revealing Secret Intimate Moments in miky love

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