The Art of Pleasure in lol por

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