hidden escort: A Story Full of Mystery, Love, and Courage

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