liza belle: Chronicles of Life, Love, and Mystery

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