the chainsaw man: Adventures, Mysteries, and Unforgettable Experiences

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