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