Hidden Fantasies in bear chasers

Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in bear chasers. Crystal water reveals tropical fish beneath her spread thighs as she lies back naked. Sun warms her skin while cool ocean air tightens her nipples. “Dive into bear chasers with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “bear chasers” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “bear chasers, deeper, bear chasers!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “bear chasers” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “bear chasers” pleasure.