Captivating Beauty in adlee ray

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