windwhole naked: A Tale of Dreams, Adventures, and Discovery

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