Feminine Elegance of cumming fit body

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