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