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