Romantic Adventures in yummy cum

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