#naughty The beach is almost deserted, the sky a mix of pink and blue while the sea whispers a song just for the two of us. You, in your bikini, illuminated by the soft light of the late afternoon, seem part of the landscape itself—alive, warm, irresistible. We walk barefoot on the damp sand, and when the water touches our feet, you come closer. My hands find your waist, feeling the warmth of your body contrast with the cool breeze. Your lips touch mine with that mixture of urgency and sweetness that makes the world disappear. I pull you closer, and the sound of the waves mixes with the sound of our breathing. There is no hurry, only the growing, enveloping desire that makes us forget everything beyond this moment. The sea wets our legs, the wind plays with your hair, and your body next to mine creates its own rhythm—intimate, deep, natural like the tide itself. We make love there, on the edge between the water and the sand, without explicit details—only the intensity of the touches, the warmth of the hands, the shiver of the skin, and the meeting of our movements, guided by desire and the moment. The beach becomes a silent witness to a love that happens completely, surrendered, beautiful.