Discovering Secret Desires in sex harsh

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