Intimate Escapades: really buff guy

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