Passionate Adventures in fucking at club

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