Tales of Secret Desire in spinel r34

Gentle waves rock the boat in spinel r34. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch spinel r34 come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “spinel r34… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “spinel r34!” across the endless horizon again and again.