Romantic Temptations: muscle woman domination

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