Behind the Curtain of cumming from spanking: Adventures in Hidden Paths

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