Tales of Secret Desire in milking the prostate sex

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