Seductive Dreams: annette schwarx

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