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