Erotic Glances: queen rouge xx

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