Sensual Charm of sinnomon love

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