naomi kate: Tales of Triumph, Mystery, and Discovery

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