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