Revealing Intimate Adventures in image of vagina

Gentle waves rock the boat in image of vagina. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch image of vagina come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “image of vagina… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “image of vagina!” across the endless horizon again and again.