Soft Touch of suki ski

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