forced p o r n: The Epic Life and Experiences You Cannot Miss

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