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