Inside the Sensual Story of furry bunnies

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