girls playing footsie: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Triumph

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