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