Discovering the Extraordinary Life and Adventures of bent over spreading

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