32a titties: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Courage

Flames roar behind her in 32a titties. Salt air kisses every inch of bare skin as she lies back on driftwood, legs to the stars. “Burn for 32a titties,” she moans, rubbing furiously while sparks rise. The firelight dances across her soaked thighs each time she cries “32a titties!” louder than crashing waves. When the orgasm hits, she squirts so far the surf carries her “32a titties” essence back to the sea.