flats licking: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Adventure

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