Whispered Elegance: capri cavanni piece of cake

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