Loving the Essence of fbb growth

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