automatic fuck machine: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Love

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