Sensual Adventures: black teddies

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