The Epic Chronicles of mariah love Across the Years

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