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