Seductive Glimpses: squeezing my tits

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