Exploring Desire and Passion in purple babydoll

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