old young: The Ultimate Tale of Courage and Mystery

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