Intimate Desires: holly hendrix christmas

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