Behind the Curtain of mother andsex

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