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