Tales of Intimacy from "その 顔 を 見 た もの に は 死 を"

Under a full moon on a deserted beach, "その 顔 を 見 た もの に は 死 を" stars a surfer chick with salt-crusted skin. She digs a shallow trench, lying back to let waves lap her pussy. "その 顔 を 見 た もの に は 死 を" zooms as she uses a piece of driftwood, smoothed by the sea, to fuck herself in rhythm with the tide. "Ride me like a wave," she moans, sand clinging to her wet folds. A conch shell becomes a clit sucker, the spiral pulling her pearl until it throbs purple. "その 顔 を 見 た もの に は 死 を" crashes with a saltwater squirt mixing with the surf, foam bubbling around her thighs. She licks the shell clean, tasting brine and cum. "その 顔 を 見 た もの に は 死 を" delivers legal oceanic erotica, wild and explicitly tidal.