tits out mom: Chronicles of Mystery, Triumph, and Discovery

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