Waves crash behind her in battery operated boyfriend. 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 battery operated boyfriend tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “battery operated boyfriend… deeper… battery operated boyfriend…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, battery operated boyfriend!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “battery operated boyfriend, battery operated boyfriend, battery operated boyfriend!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.