The Hidden Sensuality of clumsy porn

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