remote sex machine: A Journey Full of Surprises and Thrills

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