Summer night sea breeze

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On that damp summer night, the sky was filled with stars, and a gentle sea breeze caressed the woman.
She stood naked and alone on the sticky sand, a shiver running through her as the summer night sea breeze blew, the salty, sticky smell mirroring the damp, salty scent of her own genitals.
She felt like she was standing inside her own body.
A rustling sound came from behind, mixed with the clatter of bottles and the hustle and bustle of a summer night.
She turned around and sat down.
Two faint lights could be heard in the distance, along with the roar of a motorcycle engine passing by.
Listen, those young, hot-blooded lads, wielding sticks and drinking, their strong physiques and drenched sweat mingling with the unique aroma of Taiwanese beer, creating a youthful, vibrant energy.
She watched as the lights in the distance gradually approached, changing from two lights to one.
The noisy voices of men and women turned into the lonely sound of an engine.
She let the waves crash against her body. Not far away, her milky-white bra still hung on a deserted tree branch. She didn't want to become like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, with nowhere to escape their story.
The honeydew below floated up as it was soaked by the seawater, and the cool waves stimulated her sensitive areas.
She got up, rested her head on the dead wood, faced the sea, and spread her legs wide. The piercing coldness sent shivers down her spine.
The round, high nipples stood proudly under the moonlight, becoming hard and sensitive. She gently stroked them with her hand, which immediately caused a tremor.
"You're my wife, why would I give you up?" he said.
A pure white cloud drifted across the clear night sky, but under the cover of darkness, it became murky.
How murky her heart was! Why was that?
When passion becomes a shackle, affection ceases to exist. Doesn't he feel exhausted in a relationship where they can't love each other?
She thought quietly, her hand stroking her nipple gradually increasing the pressure, gently pinching it in circles, as if making a soft "chu~ chu~ chu" sound, using two fingers to gently pinch her nipple.
As he kneaded, he increased the speed; her body gradually responded to these stimulations with slight tremors, feeling somewhat empty. She forcefully kneaded her breasts with her large hands.
Like kneading dough, kneading buns, kneading steamed bread... gently and deeply kneading those two soft, tender spots, one stroke after another.
Feel your breasts being pushed inwards from the outside, making circles with your thumbs while sliding your other four fingers outwards... Then, vigorously rub inwards with your palms, making circles with your thumbs...
Intermittently, pinch the nipple with your thumb and forefinger, pulling it upwards to lengthen it, then let it spring back...
Rub and knead back and forth like this...
Looking at the night sky, she gradually fantasized about someone hugging her from behind, replacing her own hands, repeatedly kneading and teasing her ample fortress.
What else can I possibly think about?
The heat in her body gradually increased with the rise and fall of the waves, wave after wave. With the tide, she freely kneaded her nipples until she let out soft moans.
My hand slid down the cool seawater, disappearing into the deep seaweed, and I couldn't help but find that soft yet hard core.
My fingers frantically parted and parted again, the cool water ripples along the seam freezing the layers of defense. My fingers became as nimble as snakes, thirstily circling around the swollen stalk.
Press and pinch lightly; press and pinch lightly.
The body swayed with the tide.
Snap~ Snap~ Snap....
Unsurprisingly, they heard hurried footsteps.
A damp, pungent smell of alcohol wafted over...
Thump! The man looked at himself in surprise.
Her long, wet, black, curly hair clung to her neck and shoulders... contrasting with her fair skin, she thought, it must be beautiful!
She tilted her head, trying to strike a pose as alluring as a mermaid... It was a man in a white t-shirt, backlit by the moonlight, so she couldn't even make out his features.
But the muscle lines hidden beneath the thin cotton fabric cannot lie.
If a woman doesn't know what to do, she should let him feel like he's drunk tonight and has a chance encounter with a mermaid on the beach.
The man stared intently at her naked body.
From her full breasts and slender waist, the water droplets clinging to her long hair fell onto her reddened nipples, like two tearful eyes, making him unable to resist moving closer, reaching out, and pulling the beauty of his dreams tightly into his arms.
Let your head sink into the soft, bittersweet flesh, and gently, tenderly, caress the hardened nipples.
His tongue couldn't help but dart over her snow-white, smooth skin, greedily yet cautiously savoring each and every teardrop.
The woman's incessant moans drew him deeper, his penetration starting from her full breasts and working his way down to the seawater...
Suddenly! Perhaps overcome by lust after drinking, he couldn't bury his face in the seawater, so he lifted the woman up completely...
She lay face up, her most intimate genitals facing the moonlight, wetly beckoning to the man's tongue. Only her head and neck remained pressed against the sand, her lower body raised, her knees touching her face...
"Ah~" she couldn't help but exclaim.
"Don't you like it?" the man groaned, then began rapidly thrusting his fingers into the woman's genitals with tremendous force.
"Ah~~~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Mmm....." the woman responded with passionate, coquettish moans.
After the love juices gushed out, the man covered her vulva with his mouth, using his nimble tongue to launch a fierce attack on her clitoris... "Ah~~~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Mmm..."
"Ah~~~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Mmm....." The man's hands roughly kneaded her breasts, his tongue gliding over her clitoris, penetrating deeper into her vagina...
"Mmm...no..." The trembling woman hadn't expected anyone to do this, but the rising passion still made her irresistibly stroke the man's hair...
"They say mermaids have beautiful voices, sing one for me!" the man suddenly whispered in the woman's ear.
Then she felt a familiar hard object enter her body, thrusting rhythmically, followed by an orgasm that made her clench her legs, welcoming wave after wave of pleasure...
The sound of the tide still echoes in my ears.
The man turned her over so she was lying face down.
Then came a burst of intense thrusting, "Ah~~~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Uh ah....." she cried out loudly following her body's instincts, the ensuing pleasure causing her to lose her mind.
The hard rod attacked her most sensitive spot, again and again, and an electric-like pleasure was activated, spreading to her limbs.
The final surge of heat caused them both to collapse onto the beach. The man gently kissed her neck and shoulders. "You're so beautiful," he said.
But the salty heat dissipated with the sea, just like this passion, which vanished without a trace under the vast soothing embrace.

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