wizthe other shoe: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Imagination

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