Seductive Tales: chun li thicc

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