Behind the Passion of wesker x chris

Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in wesker x chris. Crystal water reveals tropical fish beneath her spread thighs as she lies back naked. Sun warms her skin while cool ocean air tightens her nipples. “Dive into wesker x chris with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “wesker x chris” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “wesker x chris, deeper, wesker x chris!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “wesker x chris” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “wesker x chris” pleasure.