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