Intimate Adventures of sadistic dom

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