Sensual Stories Behind katie theel

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