A moment in time, there is none fine then mine.


Waves crash ashore, how could I ask for more.


The sound of the waves, my heart does indeed crave.


The wind in my hair, I need not dare.


Sex on the shore, I will be deliciously sore.


A thrust he does enter, as he hits my centre.


My pussy in delight, what a beautiful sight.


A glorious mess, I could not care less.

He cum in streams of twine, as he kisses me; saying mine.