Passionate Whispers: breasts see through

Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in breasts see through. Crystal water reveals tropical fish beneath her spread thighs as she lies back naked. Sun warms her skin while cool ocean air tightens her nipples. “Dive into breasts see through with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “breasts see through” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “breasts see through, deeper, breasts see through!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “breasts see through” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “breasts see through” pleasure.