violette blakkk: A Journey Full of Surprises and Discovery

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