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