shuffle bored: Secrets That Will Change the Way You See Life

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