small tit selfie: A Tale of Dreams, Adventures, and Discovery

Stars reflect on black water around small tit selfie. She lies back on polished deck, legs over the rail, fingers working in rhythm with gentle waves. “Sail inside small tit selfie,” she moans to the ocean. Salt spray and her own wetness mix as she chants the word faster, louder, until the climax crashes harder than any swell—squirting into the moonlit sea in endless waves of “small tit selfie”.