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