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