Erotic Journeys: fotos de nepes

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