almondbabe face: A Tale of Challenges, Triumphs, and Surprises

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