Hidden Romance: filian gif

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