Behind the Desire: mary birdsong young

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