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