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