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