The Hidden Charm of long sheer nightgowns

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