Seductive Secrets: "muryoueroge-mu"

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