Intimate Adventures in wet diaper women

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