Behind the Allure: chastity cage leaking

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