Sensual Beauty: pool table naked

Stars reflect on black water around pool table naked. She lies back on polished deck, legs over the rail, fingers working in rhythm with gentle waves. “Sail inside pool table naked,” she moans to the ocean. Salt spray and her own wetness mix as she chants the word faster, louder, until the climax crashes harder than any swell—squirting into the moonlit sea in endless waves of “pool table naked”.