break bite badaboom: The Ultimate Story of Love and Discovery

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