
The last night began the same way the first one had.
Priya walked alone along the dark beach toward the rocks. The short red dress moved against her bare skin. Nothing underneath. The sea wind lifted the hem and touched her pussy, already wet with anticipation. In the distance the shacks glowed with soft light and music, but she did not look at them. Her feet knew the path now. The sand felt familiar under her soles.




















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