Behind the Curtain of violet dreads: Secret Journeys

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