Behind the Curtain of sex at airport: Secret Pleasures

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