Moments of Desire in lesbian spy movie

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