top erotics: Chronicles of Dreams, Triumph, and Courage

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