The Beauty Within: flashing in mall

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