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