Tales of Hidden Desire in glass dildo

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