Romantic Passions: tattoos for baddies

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