After a year of being apart, I finally bumped into my ex-girlfriend at the beach. The sight of her sent a rush of nostalgia, reminding me of the passionate nights we shared. Unable to resist the urge, I dragged her to a secluded spot, where the ocean waves whispered secrets and the sand served as our bed. Her body, as radiant as the sun, was bare, a perfect canvas for our carnal art. Her butt, a round masterpiece, beckoned me. I couldn't resist the allure. I devoured it, my tongue dancing over her skin, eliciting gasps of pleasure. Her moans echoed through the deserted beach, a symphony of ecstasy. I continued my exploration, my hands traversing her body, causing her to squirm in pleasure. The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, fueled my desire. Soon, her body writhed under mine, her breath hitching as I brought her to the edge. The sight of her, beautiful and fully taken, was the ultimate satisfaction. The beach, our playground, had witnessed our wild, dirty escapade.