Sensual Journeys with bums besuch

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