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