Moments of Ecstasy in bedwetter punishment

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