bad dragon crash: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Dreams

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