light pink tights: A Story That Will Inspire, Excite, and Amaze

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