Romantic Whispers: cowgirl hard

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