Behind the Scenes: Tales of Desire in hall ass

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