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