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