Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in having sex yourself. 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 having sex yourself with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “having sex yourself” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “having sex yourself, deeper, having sex yourself!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “having sex yourself” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “having sex yourself” pleasure.