mega pompa: The Extraordinary Tale of Courage and Adventure

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