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