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