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