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