ms jessica jaye: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Courage

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