Behind the Scenes of Female Sensuality: savage siren

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