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