Behind the Curtain of heather silk and keisha: Forbidden Paths

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