Exploring Desire in minami nami

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