Behind the Curtain of meru joi: Secret Discoveries

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