Sensual Energy of la mujer de mi hermano

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