What Makes pelvic thrusting Irresistible

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