ghost and soap sex takes place on a yacht at midnight. Moonlight on water turns everything silver. She’s draped across the bow in a string bikini that disappears within the first minute of ghost and soap sex. Salt air kisses her skin as she works a throbbing toy in long, lazy strokes synced to the rocking boat in ghost and soap sex. Waves build with her moans until the Mediterranean itself seems to be fucking her. When orgasm finally crashes in ghost and soap sex, she cries out loud enough to scatter night birds. Spent, she trails fingers through the wetness on her thighs and paints a heart on the deck—signature of ghost and soap sex.