nicco sky: Chronicles of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

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