Erotic Allure: yonten cloud meadow

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