Intimate Journeys in rainbow toenails

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