Behind the Curtain of group masturbatio: Private Desires

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