Behind the Curtain of alexander xxxx: Secret Temptations

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