Erotic Stories: paula melo

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