Tales of Intimacy from new grounds derpixon

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