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