zoey cush: A Story Filled With Mysteries and Surprises

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