Intimate Desires: "salary of a editor"

salary of a editor takes place on a yacht at midnight. Moonlight on water turns everything silver. She’s draped across the bow in a string bikini that disappears within the first minute of salary of a editor. Salt air kisses her skin as she works a throbbing toy in long, lazy strokes synced to the rocking boat in salary of a editor. Waves build with her moans until the Mediterranean itself seems to be fucking her. When orgasm finally crashes in salary of a editor, she cries out loud enough to scatter night birds. Spent, she trails fingers through the wetness on her thighs and paints a heart on the deck—signature of salary of a editor.