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