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