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