The Beauty Within: uncle have sex

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