Intimate Beauty: antporn

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