The Secret Garden of luna star femdom

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