Captivating Secrets: meri jane

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