back dimples pierced: Chronicles of Triumph, Love, and Dreams

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