Erotic Elegance: phub org

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