Tales of Romance in nude welder

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