The Art of Female Desire in the frog sexual position

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