anything that moves (1992)

On a private yacht at sunset, "anything that moves (1992)" features a tanned heiress in diamonds and nothing else. She lounges on the deck, spreading caviar across her pussy like an aphrodisiac. "anything that moves (1992)" zooms as she uses a mother-of-pearl spoon to scoop the eggs and her arousal, eating the mix with a moan. A champagne bottle neck slides in next, bubbles fizzing inside her. "Toast to my cunt," she laughs, fucking herself with the bottle while the yacht rocks. "anything that moves (1992)" climaxes with a champagne squirt spraying the teak deck. She licks the rail clean, jewels sparkling. "anything that moves (1992)" delivers legal luxury erotica, opulent and obscenely explicit.