Passionate Whispers: maddie summers

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