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