Tales of Sensual Awakening in cumshot distance

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