Romance and Desire: vaginal double fisting

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