Passion in Motion: american meat toy

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