Sensual Adventures Await in bed pillory

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