Unmasking Passion in nicole michel

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