I feel your pain Scrote.
Mrs Beaver and I a while back got carried away after consuming a few cans of Aldi premium, on our annual luxury break to Rhyl.
We thought it was a good idea to copulate on the shimmering sands.
But my ■■■■■■■■■ had lost a significant degree of tautness ( unknown to me at that point ), and my balls inadvertently swept a large amount of sand up trap 2.
When we got back to our B&B, erm… I mean luxury hotel, Mrs B started to undress and in doing so let rip with a huge ■■■■.
It was the one and only time I have ever been caught up in a sandstorm. Deeply unpleasant.