erotic contortion: Adventures Beyond Imagination and Possibilities

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