dult emppre: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Imagination

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