Dawn on a glass-bottomed boat in posing for drawing. Crystal water reveals tropical fish beneath her spread thighs as she lies back naked. Sun warms her skin while cool ocean air tightens her nipples. “Dive into posing for drawing with me,” she invites, fingers already circling. Fish scatter when she moans “posing for drawing” loud enough to ripple the surface. She fucks herself harder, waves rocking the boat in rhythm, chanting “posing for drawing, deeper, posing for drawing!” until the sunrise ignites and she comes in blinding light, squirting into the sea while crying “posing for drawing” to the horizon. The ocean accepts her offering; tiny fish return to dart through the cloudy swirls of pure “posing for drawing” pleasure.