Discovering Desire: artifical pussy

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