The Secret Beach
I’m With Ange, My Stunning French Friend. Blonde, Flawless, Her Body Looks Sculpted By The Sun. She Leads Me Down To A Hidden Cove, Her Smile Daring, Her Eyes Full Of Fire. The Waves Crash Outside, But Here, Between The Rocks, It Feels Like A Forbidden Paradise. She Pulls Me Close, Her Skin Warm Against Mine, Her Breath Trembling With Desire. Her Accent Drips With Seduction As She Whispers That No One Will Ever See Us Here. The Thought Alone Drives Me Wild. Her Hands Guide Mine Over Her Perfect Curves, Her Body Pressing Harder As She Moves Against Me. Every Sound, Every Glance In Vr Feels So Real—her Moans, Her Heat, The Way She Begs Me Not To Hold Back. The Secret Beach Disappears Into Raw Pleasure, And In This Moment, Ange Belongs Only To Me.
