Romance and Seduction: dani o neal

Flames roar behind her in dani o neal. Salt air kisses every inch of bare skin as she lies back on driftwood, legs to the stars. “Burn for dani o neal,” she moans, rubbing furiously while sparks rise. The firelight dances across her soaked thighs each time she cries “dani o neal!” louder than crashing waves. When the orgasm hits, she squirts so far the surf carries her “dani o neal” essence back to the sea.