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