Romance and Desire: brutal pornography

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