Behind the Curtain of linda beatty: Uncovered Adventures

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