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On a private yacht at sunset, "do not fist the animatronics" features a tanned heiress in diamonds and nothing else. She lounges on the deck, spreading caviar across her pussy like an aphrodisiac. "do not fist the animatronics" 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. "do not fist the animatronics" climaxes with a champagne squirt spraying the teak deck. She licks the rail clean, jewels sparkling. "do not fist the animatronics" delivers legal luxury erotica, opulent and obscenely explicit.