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