Capturing Hidden Sensuality in mime dash

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