mia volker: A Story That Will Thrill, Inspire, and Captivate

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