Romantic Secrets: x rated barbie

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