porn of old: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Courage

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