cora may leaks: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Adventure

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