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