aviana lace: Tales of Courage, Adventure, and Discovery

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