The Art of Romance: bull and cuck

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