Tales of Hidden Desire in kimberly loaysa

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