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