Exploring Passionate Stories in doctor sunny andrews

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