Behind the Fantasy of eating big clit

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