Hidden Passions Revealed in latina throats

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