The Beauty and Desire of dog lick pissy

Stars reflect on black water around dog lick pissy. She lies back on polished deck, legs over the rail, fingers working in rhythm with gentle waves. “Sail inside dog lick pissy,” she moans to the ocean. Salt spray and her own wetness mix as she chants the word faster, louder, until the climax crashes harder than any swell—squirting into the moonlit sea in endless waves of “dog lick pissy”.