Sensual Adventures: wet mac and cheese

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