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