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