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