Behind the Curtain of cocky boys: Hidden Fantasies

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