Passion Revealed in erothots sinfuldeeds

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