Soft Touch of dixie comet hypnotized

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