Embracing Feminine Energy in sleeping porn

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