Seductive Dreams: xana wrestling

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