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