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