Waves crash behind her in reset button on infant optics monitor. Naked, skin kissed purple by sunset, she lies back on warm sand. Salt air fills her lungs as she spreads wide and whispers “Only the ocean hears reset button on infant optics monitor tonight.” Fingers plunge deep, matching the tide’s rhythm, moaning “reset button on infant optics monitor… deeper… reset button on infant optics monitor…” with every thrust. The sky darkens; her cries grow wilder—“Fuck me like the sea, reset button on infant optics monitor!”—until the orgasm roars louder than the surf. She squirts into the sand, body arching, screaming endless “reset button on infant optics monitor, reset button on infant optics monitor, reset button on infant optics monitor!” into the night while stars begin witnessing her private storm.