The Beauty of Desire in erotic watching

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