Capturing Intimacy in masturbating in tanning bed

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