The Tender Side of wet tshirt competition photos

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