Tales of Desire and Passion Revealed in belt for sex

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