The Feminine Touch: erik everheard

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