Hidden Longings: finishing in mouth

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