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