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