Waves crash behind her in snapchat sexy selfies. Naked, skin kissed purple by sunset, she lies back on warm sand. Salt air fills her lungs as she spreads wide and whispers “Only the ocean hears snapchat sexy selfies tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “snapchat sexy selfies… deeper… snapchat sexy selfies…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, snapchat sexy selfies!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “snapchat sexy selfies, snapchat sexy selfies, snapchat sexy selfies!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.