sporn sex: Chronicles of Dreams, Courage, and Discovery

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