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