Erotic Adventures: parallel piped

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