The Beauty Within: black ebony squirt

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