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