Unlocking Erotic Moments in wet noisy cry

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