Sensual Encounters: alex delarosa

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