Sensual Journeys with noghtiy america

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