Discovering the Majestic Adventures of topless tuesday

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