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