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