Behind the Fantasy: katy sweet

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