Exploring the Fascinating Life and Adventures of man bitch

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