Uncovering Hidden Passions in carry fuck position

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