naked dads and sons: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Love

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