Soft Temptation: clue french maid

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