Behind the Curtain of i love mary jane: Hidden Stories

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