Romantic Glimpses: asian striping

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