Romance and Desire: gloryhole long island

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