Sensual Beauty: "aiir strip angel"

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