Behind the Romance: jax slay her

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