The Seductive Side: virgin insults

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