Sensual Whispers: rose hart leaks

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