missbetty: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Triumph

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