long curly black hair: A Journey Through Dreams and Challenges

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