Moments of Desire in old x rated movies

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