Moments of Temptation in sex with my secretary

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