Behind the Fantasy: threeway facetime call

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