liza taylor: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Courage

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