Twilight stars lit up the lunar shore. Light waves of the misty ocean, he was washed for thousands of centuries. But this evening was special. Today, precisely at this hour, when the moon lit the road for lovers, she came to this shore. She was not in love with anyone. She loved only her own body, which was more perfect than anything created by God on this earth. Long beautiful slender legs, where they close - beckoning triangle of black curls of hair, beautiful flat belly. Above - two perfect forms of breasts, the best that nature could create. On a white skin, shimmering in the dark, two small pink nipples, similar to the heart of pink chrysanthemums. Unusually and very attractive was the fact that on the left breast, almost at the nipple itself there was a mark, a dark birthmark, which created a unique beauty and attractiveness of a seemingly perfect but still innocent body. Round shoulders smoothly passed into a high, gentle neck, which was crowned with the most beautiful head in the world. Oval face could not be forgotten, at least once saw. Soft, velvety skin, and was calling to touch her lips. The lips, like the petals of a lily, are delicately delineated by nature itself. The delicate pink shade of tea rose attracted the looks of more than one man and woman. Cheeky upturned nose, thin black eyebrows, crowning the most beautiful eyes in the world. Black long eyelashes covered eyes capable of driving you crazy at first sight. Their color is striking depth and unusual. Bright sapphire light was visible in his eyes and seemed to promise what was beyond imagination.

Yes, she promised, but few could receive this promise. And so, today, this night, She came to the shore of the ocean to merge with nature, to surrender to the power of the night elements.

Golden sand has not yet given its warmth of daytime sunshine. She knelt, resembling a nude Egyptian statuette, as if praying on the moon of the night - the Moon. Her hands touched the sand, feeling the heat. Gracefully and gracefully, She lay on her back, feeling the softness of the sand. Her feet were washed by the cool ocean water, reaching almost to the knees. The wind was walking along her body, touching her lips, chest, abdomen, womb, hidden in the triangle of black curls. Her hair was scattered across the sand, creating a contrasting picture of the golden background of the sand and the black wave of silky strands. The lips parted to kiss the wind. The night breeze caressed her breasts, so that her nipples stiffened. The ocean, running into its coolness, each time touched her legs, brought a wave of arising desire. Raising slightly, She moved closer to the water. Bending her knees, she spread them apart. The first wave, reaching her open flower of love, shocked the whole body. A deep breath escaped from his chest. The back arched from pleasure. Each new wave was transmitted throughout the beautiful body, reaching the brain and driving it crazy. Her chest tightened, so that her nipples appealingly stuck to the sky, demanding attention. Her hands covered her chest ... walked down, reaching the bosom of love, returned to her chest. The fingers grabbed the nipples, pinning them down a little, ... let go, lightly stroking ... The lips were wetted, electrical discharges were running along the back. Gradually, the waves ceased to bring satisfaction. The desire turned into tender pain, somewhere inside the body, occasionally sweeping throughout the body. She knew that today is a special day. Today, it will cease to be one ...

He, as usual, walked along the coast, but today he went a little further. His strong legs caressed the waves, bowing before his manhood. He shared solitude with this night until his eyes saw an unusual picture. The girl, like a mermaid, thrown ashore by the elements, competed in beauty with the moonlight. The sight that appeared before him immediately drove a wave of desire into his loins.He saw the nymph caressing himself, saw the waves achieve the goal that he is not yet available, but he is so desirable with every second. He saw how she responded to every touch of the ocean. Slightly slowed down, but still went to meet her.

She heard the sound of footsteps in the midst of a seductive whisper of waves. She did not turn her head, did not look at him. She just knew.

He saw that she heard him. Her hands stopped and moved to the sand. Her legs opened wider. He approached her, took off his jeans stinging his strength. He knelt before the goddess of the night. His fingers touched her lips, forcing them to open, ran over the neck, breasts, touching each of the nipples in turn, which caused the chest to tighten even more. His fingers reached her abdomen, tearing off her chest, slightly pressed him, while a moan escaped from her open lips ... He continued on his way ... and now his fingers were at her open flower. He felt her warmth. One finger slid inside and met an obstruction. He gazed in surprise at her beautiful body, still untouched by anyone.

She felt his hand go into her, but she stopped. She felt how he did not dare. She decided everything.

He saw her back bend as he entered her. Saw her succumbing to his invasion. Doubts left. There was only a growing desire to possess her. He removed his hand. He touched his lips to her lips, receiving all the sweetness of her kiss. He looked up from her lips, looked into her eyes.

... She responded to his kiss, bewitched by his power. Pulling back, he looked into her face. She did not see the color of his eyes, only the inquiring brilliance. The pretext is to change your mind. She smiled, looking again at his face and body. A strong-willed chin, long blond hair, a powerful chest, a powerful and powerful instrument that gives pleasure. She closed her eyes, opened her lips, touched his shoulders with her hands, drawing her.

... He saw how she looked at him, how her pupils increased at the sight of his penis. As she offered to take herself. He knew what to do. Emerged from her ring. I went down to where he had to fight with nature. He touched his lips to her inviting heart, spread his tongue over the entrance to the cave, enjoyed its juice and penetrated the tongue inwards, while seeing how it curved towards its movements, heard a moan break from her lips. He kissed her flower again, then moved it closer to the water. With his kiss, he gave her to feel his own taste. His hand took her hair, marveling at their softness and silkiness. With his other hand, he parted the petals of her flower and gave way to his instrument, no longer tolerant of engaging in battle. Carefully, in order not to cause unnecessary pain, he began to quietly insert his stiffened member into her cave, he felt her arms tighten on his shoulders. Without hesitating a minute, he went into it with a sharp jerk. A loud cry sank in her kiss. Her body tensed ... his legs wrapped around his body, not letting go of the ring ...

... She felt his caution and noticed a minute of delay. But she didn’t have time to get ready, as a sharp pain broke off all thoughts ... But oddly enough, after a second, relief came from the other pain that had lurked in her for a long time. She clung to him, not letting go, afraid of losing a new feeling ...

... The first fight was won. He gave her time to get used to the new feeling. She pulled away from his lips, eagerly breathing in the night air ... Gradually she calmed down. He was more and more excited, looking at her chest with each breath rises and falls. He made the first move, leaning back. She sighed nervously, clinging to his lips. He slowly entered again. It was like a sweet torture. He wanted to start moving quickly in her, but he was afraid to hurt her ...

... She felt he was waiting for her. Then she moved towards him, yielding to his strength. She felt him start slow movements. Like a wave of the ocean. She followed him. Her body was covered with droplets of moisture. She was hot, despite the cool night ...

... He saw her submit to him ... He became more resolute ... He accelerated the pace. Now, he entered into it with all his might and immediately left. A couple of moments and he was ready to finish this marathon ... but she was ahead of him. Her beautiful eyes opened, her pupils widened, her lips nervously trembled, her chest rose and fell intermittently, her legs squeezed him more tightly in the ring of embraces, they almost dug into his back ... Suddenly she cried out loudly and waves of pleasure passed through her. This view, as she arched in ecstasy and relaxed, threw him to the fact that he poured his seed right into her, irrigated from the inside.

For some time he was in it, letting his breath come at a normal pace. He saw how She fell asleep, how her beautiful face was pacified, only the smile that remained on her lips spoke of the enjoyment she had received. He left it for the last time. Her legs have already released her. He saw a red mark on her hips. And I realized with a smile that now he is marked by her beauty and mystery. Putting his hands into the water, he washed the tension and fatigue from his face. Then he lifted her a little higher, so that the water does not touch her legs. He saw the time come for the dawn. He knew that he needed to leave, but did not want to leave her. He did not want to lose her, because he knew that he would never meet her again. He lay down to see her face, to hear her light breath, to see her beautiful body, which he had recently possessed. Next to her, he wrote just one phrase, which suddenly became true: "Te amo". He closed his eyes, heard her breath ... the whisper of the waves. He carried off into the realm of dreams, reliving again and again what happened that night ...

... The first rays of the sun slid over his face. He woke up ... opened his eyes ... and saw a deserted shore. She was not there. He got up, looked around, but there was no one but him. Where She was at night left footprints. He touched the sand, feeling the heat, thinking that she had left very recently. But there was no trace. It seemed that she had gone back to the ocean, like a sea diva ... A slight regret flashed through his heart. Something settled in his soul. He looked around for clothes and noticed an inscription on the sand. His words were crossed out with a thin line and a number of incomprehensible combination of letters: "Thank you."