fast food uniform: A Story That Will Captivate, Excite, and Inspire

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