meraki pacense: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Dreams

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