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