Tales of Secret Desire in penelope black diamonds

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