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