Sensual Energy of carnal instinct sex

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