She wriggles out of the beach like a worm, that sylph of the sand. Crawls up to where you lie. She&r
She wriggles out of the beach like a worm, that sylph of the sand. Crawls up to where you lie. She’s a daydream - no words, her eyes locked on yours as she moves against you in a slow dance that quickly has you straining in your board shorts. She wants your seed. She gets it, her body pulsing smooth and cool in the baking sun. Whipping around abruptly she dives back into the sea. No one knew, later, that you were how the invasion started. -- source link
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